Alatar the Blue
Endórë
"I watched in horror as my companion turned to the dark flame. Right before my eyes..."
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Post by Alatar the Blue on Aug 2, 2008 10:05:36 GMT -5
It had been a few months since Alatar had watched Pallando turn to the dark side. His eyes had filled with fire and so did the sky. It a helpless attempted her threw Pallando backwards and escaped. Luckily, Pallando was yet to follow him. It seemed that he must have been knocked out. Alatar was unaware of the location where Pallando (the Black) landed as he ran straight away; therefore he did not know if Pallando was injured. On some levels he hoped he was. Though the air was still thick with fire he forced himself to run through it. He received some burns but they soon subsided due to his supernatural powers but one burn remained on his staff hand; his right as that particular burn was created at Pallando's hand.
With every step he took he was worried that the echoing sound would attract the footsteps of another wizard. No doubt he would be filled with revenge and anger but when the two would meet again, Alatar would be ready. He did not know how his status of Black had effected his powers but he feared that they were more powerful than his. Only time would tell.
Months later; Alatar the Blue was on his way to Isengard. There he hoped to meet with his leader and fellow wizard; Saruman. The man studied objects and watched the ages go by. If there was anyone to tell of Pallando's turn; it would be him. Little did Alatar know that Saruman himself was now evil.
Pulling his sea-blue robes tighter around himself he dropped his hood. The site of Isengard had changed. It was filled with fire and anger. Alatar could feel the woes of the trees. Something Radagast had taught him. He worried for Saruman's safety. Pulling his staff closer towards him he walked slowly towards Orthanc; the tower. All around his he could hear laughing and metal works. It was only as a orc came into his line of sight that he fully understood what had happened. The orcs had taken over. Where was Saruman? Quickly pointing his staff towards the creature the orb began to glow. It glowed brightly and began to burn until a fire had erupted from the top.
It flew through the air until it hit the orc and began to burn his flesh. Stumbling backwards he fell down one of the many holes in the ground. "Saruman!" he called out in desperation. |
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Post by Saruman the White on Aug 19, 2008 18:24:04 GMT -5
The clanks and echoed gongs cooed through the quiet tower of Orthanc. Saruman sat at his desk, where books camped upon paper and plans. His hands clamped over eachother as his staff sat next to his chair. His eyes closed, Saruman's breaths where calm and thoughtful. His mind full of plots and ideas, all to serve lord Sauron. His thoughts were disturbed as he heard the roar and gasp of one of the orcs that worked down below. His eyes opened calmly and he slowly stood from his solid chair, grasping hold of his staff. "Those fools fighting again!?" He figured with a low growl in his voice. He walked over to the balcony where he looked over to see...a man. He looked nothing like the orcs around him. How did he not sense his presence before? This annoyed Saruman greatly. He looked at him a while longer, beginning to remember someone he had not met in a long time.
"Ah....Alatar." He recalled with a small grin. Not a kind one at that. He began to make his way to the steps of the front. Catching his sites of the other fellow wizard. He saw one of his own orcs rush after the man from behind, Saruman felt the need to try and gain this man over to the winning side, the side of Sauron. With quick haste, Saruman sent a steadfast beam to the one orc, sending him into another one of the nearby orcs.
His eyes moved from them to the Wizard. "Best hurry!" He informed as he waved his hand to let the man inside. Hopefully the man did not suspect him of his treachery yet.
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