An Expected Travel: A Traveler's Tale

She-Wizards

The Tower of Isengard reminded me too much of the scene in Lord of the Rings when Saruman fought Gandalf. The betrayal of the supposed light Wizard. Then there was the crystal ball, which will one day possession of Perrin Took. The orb in which Saruman would communicate with Sauron.

The giant expanse of land just outside Isengard. The pits I knew would one day be used to create an army for Sauron. There was the forest out in the distance, visible from a large window, where I knew the Ents were unaware of the fates of their brother trees.

What? I like the movies. I'd never tell Darcy. She would make me read the books. I'm a fair weather fan of Tolkien, thank you.

The room was the same black. The black that seemed to suck up the colors of everything else. No wonder Saruman gave in. How could anyone spend such long periods of time in this place and not give in?

My attention went back to the matters at hand. I stood at attention in the main area of Saruman's meeting hall.

Saruman observed my sister and I with an even stare. I kept my shoulders squared. There had been a lot of long winded explanation about us which included just about the best conversation-

"I take it from all this pomp and circumstances that we are...wizards?"

Saruman gave us a calm nod.

My sister and I exchanged a look. There was a matching thought in our eyes.

'Yer a wizard, sister.'

"Another surprise?" Saruman asked.

"Yes." We answered together. It was our best party trick. (Though I'm pretty sure my cousins are never talking to us again)

Gandalf watched us with amusement in his eye, as well as cautiousness. "You seem to be in the habit of that."

"We know." We, again, answered together.

-I have ever had about wizardry.

Things turned to an interrogation not long after that. Who we were, what were our origins, what led us to Isengard, what exactly we planned to do here.

It was really annoying. We managed to get something resembling the truth going. It would be kinda counterproductive for us to say Darcy and I came from another universe.

Still, by the end of the day Saruman believed my story. He agreed to have us trained as proper wizards of Isengard.

Under one condition.

==AET==

"Now I'm pissed because they won't give me a weapon!"

Though I would have laughed at her pain, it annoyed me too. Swords and daggers weren't my style, they were more Darcy's than my own. Give me an arrow and a bow, and I'll be a warrior. Magic and words had always felt more my weapons.

The White Wizard had told us that training Wizards weren't given weapons, not until they had their magic mastered. Besides that, the two of us were strangers in their land, you don't give strangers the means to kill you.

So now, we waited in a guest room. They said, it was a guest room. I didn't really want to think on what else it could be.

Saruman had told Gandalf to get use some more appropriate clothes. It was a bit of a downer to hear we'd have to wear colored robes. I liked the outfit I arrived in. A dark pink robe would mess the whole thing up.

"I guess there's something good." Darcy commented. Looking over to her showed me the joking grin on her face. "They call me 'The Red'. I can joke about shoving my foot up people's asses."