𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵

The howls of the forest are the trees speaking to each other. I do understand this language. It has been a part of Middle Earth since the beginning of time. I hear them howl. It's something ancient and mystical. I look around. 

"What is that howling? A wolf?" Gimli asks.

"That is the trees speaking to each other." I turn to him. 

"What?" Gimli asks.

He raises his axe. The trees howling becomes louder.

"Gimli." Aragorn snaps.

He gestures to put his axe down. Gimli nods and draws back. 

"What could the trees be speaking about? Except the consistency of squirrel droppings." Gimli mutters. 

"Gimli do not disrespect the forest." I say. 

I hear the melody of someone's voice I can't pick up. Does no one else hear it? It's been ringing in my head for so long. I see a brown cloaked figure walking in the woods. A faded one. A figure I can only make out the figure's shape. It's adorned with runes of elvish old. Runes I do not recognize. Are they even elvish? Then I see another figure. White. Coming right toward us. I stop. My breath quickens. 

"Legolas, what do you see?" Aragorn comes beside me.

"He's coming. I see the white wizard. He'll come from behind." I say. 

"We mustn't let him speak or he will etchant us." Aragorn grips his sword. 

"Gimli. Be ready." I say.

"Now!" Aragorn yells.

We turn. I see the white light. Light more blinding than the sun. I shoot an arrow. He destroys it. I shoot another one, but the white light tampers my vision. We draw back. We are no match for this sorcery. 

"Stop this foolishness!" The wizard yells raising his staff.

I almost get thrown back. His voice is not Saruman. His voice is deeper and sounding familiar.

"I know who you seek." The wizard says.

"Our friends..." Aragorn mutters.

"They passed here not two days ago. Quite recently actually." He says.

"Who are you?"

He soon reveals himself. His eyes were... impossible. He looked exactly like he did.

"It cannot be." Aragorn mutters.

"Please forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman." I come to my knees. 

Gimli followed me. 

"I am Saruman, rather Saruman as he should've been." He says.