Disclaimer: don't own LOTR just Missy and now Morsus. Review people! Sorry this is short, but it just worked out like that! I'm trying to stay as true to the lore as possible while adding my own flare so I hope I didn't break some rule with the things I made up!
Lintered: I never even thought about the fact that Aragorn wouldn't know what hell was! I'll try and be more careful! Haha two votes for Aragorn, he is winning by a landslide! Thank you so much
Bluelibellule13: Thanks for the kind words, and ill try to meet your expectations!
Saruman stood in the bowels of Isengard as his army grew before his eyes. The plans of Sauron were great, the Dark Lord would be fully restored and the world of men would fall. He had never imagined that he would be a part of her plan though, and it was a plan he would have never thought of. Sauron was connected to the ring, never able to really die while it was still strong, but she had managed to go one step above her beloved Dark Lord. That was why Sauron had valued her so, that was why he had kept her at his right hand. She was powerful and evil, two traits that had forged a sick twisted love between them. The dark Queen Aerona was a once the dark sister of the Istari, trapped by the Valar in a different realm but she was too cunning to stay trapped for long. A balance must always stand, and it was something the Valar had not thought of when creating the Istari. They were meant for good, to help the people against evil. This created with it Aerona, a sorceress with unimaginable power and a heart as black as Mordor.
"Have you done as you were told?" Saruman looked over at the man beside him. His short brown hair was spiked up and he wore an outfit only one person in all of Middle Earth would find normal, a black pin strip suite, with a dark blue tie and shinny shoes that seem to fit the man well. He looked younger than his years, and if anyone should guess it usually fell on thirty, but he was nearly sixty years old by then. His people had been masters at fooling the eyes, and he had been a master of his people. His green eyes were continuously on the old wizard, seeing as he had not answered the question.
"Once she drinks this girl will begin to feel the pull, she must give herself over freely though… the slightest fight and Aerona could lose everything." Saruman said while holding up a tiny vial and the man laughed loudly.
"Trust me old man, she doesn't have any fight in her. She'll do as she is told." Saruman glanced back at his army and then nodded.
"They will find her and bring her back here, then you can complete the rite." Morsus grinned and started away from the old man. His Queen would be pleased when she returned and that meant good things for him. Aerona had been selective in those she sent to do her bidding and his job had been the most important. She had used almost all her power to get him where she wanted him and of course leave him with the proper manner of returning. He would not let her down now when they were so close to victory. His beautiful queen would sit on the throne again and while the rest of Middle Earth perished he would get to sit back and watch the show.