Eagle Dusk
I lay, battered, bruised, and confused. Saruman had betrayed us. Saruman held me captive. Saruman, my long time friend and teacher. No longer. Now he was an enemy. What a bitter ending to this story.
I stood and gazed out at the sunset. It meant so much now. It wasn't just the setting of the sun, but of many things I'd held dear. Saruman. And if one as steady as him could fall into the abyss, then what about one as unsteady as a small hobbit?
No, I told myself. No. Frodo will not turn. Frodo will destroy the ring, or bring it to those who will. This I know.
The eagles swooped low. I smiled to myself. Yes indeed; I would aid Frodo on this perilous journey after all.