Book/Source: Unfinished Tales
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Summary: Saruman, ruminating, post housewarming party. ‘Rapture’ challenge.
Orthanc’s high pinnacle shone in the slanting light, though all lay shadowed below. Saruman observed the dwindling speck as Gandalf and Radagast departed the valley.
“They’re amusing enough in small doses, Angandil,” he remarked. The young craban hopped about the platform, pausing often to peer across the land.
The cart faded into Rohan’s green, the shadow slid onto the western edge of the platform, and stark silver overbore autumn colors. Left alone with Isengard, Saruman stood unmoving as wind played about the horns of Orthanc. A subtle look of triumph or bliss stole upon him. Stars came over the mountains.