Updated! I noticed I left out a scene, so here it is. Sorry!
Gilan threw back his head, taking in the moisture in the air that was originating from Isengard. The sound of the horses' hooves hitting the drenched ground and the occasional chirp of birds returning filled the silence of their group, and it calmed the blind half-elf down. As they slowly left the forest and arrived at the remains of the gate of Isengard. There a pleasant surprise awaited them.
"Ahaha!" Pippin salutes them from the post on the wall while Merry stands up and mockingly bows to them.
"Welcome, my lords to Isengard!"
"You young rascals. A merry hunt you've led us on and now we find you feasting and... and smoking!" Gimli huffs but smiles at them nonetheless.
"We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good." Pippin took a big bite from a sandwich and Gilan's nose twitched.
"Salted pork!"
"Hobbits..." Gandalf sighed.
"We're under orders from Treebeard who's taken over management of Isengard." And so they headed deeper into the flooded ruins of Isengard.
"Young master Gandalf. I'm glad. Wood and water, stock and stow I can master, but there's a wizard to manage here; locked in his tower." An old, creaky voice spoke, accompanied by rustling of leaves.
"Show yourself." Aragorn shouts at the top of the tower.
"Be careful. Even in defeat, Saruman is dangerous."
"Well, let's just have his head and be done with it!" Gimli grunts, clearly done with Saruman's continuous interference with their quest.
"No, we need him alive. We need him to talk."
"You have fought many wars and slain many men, Théoden King, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?" Saruman's words dripped with poison.
"We shall have peace." Théoden called. "We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows we shall have peace!"
"Gibbets and crows! Dotard! What do you want, Gandalf Grahame? Let me guess... the key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad Dur itself? Along with the crowns of the seven Kings and the rods of the Five Wizards!"
"Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them, Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's counsel."
"So you have come here for information. I have some for you." Gilan can tell that the wizard is holding something, but he can't quite get the full picture in the distance. "Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the great eye has seen it! Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die! But you know this don't you Gandalf? You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned King. Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those who are closest to him, those he professes to love! Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death."
"I've heard enough! Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!" Gimli shouts and Legolas notches an arrow.
"No! Come down Saruman and your life will be spared!"
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Out of Sight, Out of Mind//Legolas
FanfictionOnce Gandalf offers him a seat among the Council of Imladris, Gilan joins the fellowship on its way to destroy the One Ring. He is, however, met with some prejudices, for he is just a bard. And blind, but that would have nothing to do with it, right...
