Characters/Pairing: Saruman, Sauron
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings, Unfinished Tales
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. No profit reaped by myself, aside from a wealth of intellectual giddiness.
Summary: “The biter bit, the hawk under the eagle’s foot, the spider in a steel web!” –LOTR III.11. ‘Sunlight’ challenge.
Meta: This final installment references my prior, less dire drabble series, ‘Saruman’s Housewarming Party.’
Saruman watches from his tower as sunrise pours over peaks and into Isengard, where greys of venting chasms displace greens.
The ancient black bird on his shoulder tilts its gaze downward. “Curunír! . . . Curunír.”
He absently pulls a strand of his hair from its beak. “What.”
“. . . Vile smokes.”
Saruman glances eastward. “Now is no time for your moralizing, Angandil.”
–and he before Barad-Dûr’s palantír sees this glance and muses, “So a bird stole our captive? What recompense might I exact to discourage such incompetence?”–
–and presently the wizard retreats from Orthanc’s summit, yet there is no place he may hide.