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Rescuing Mithrandir from Dol Guldur was never going to be easy, but matters were much complicated by the Lady Galadriel having a past with the Dark Lord.
“What made you think impersonating my dead brother - whom you killed by the way - was a good start to a proposal?”
“Oh, very romantic,” Elrond muttered sarcastically.
“You don’t have any of the halflings’ leaf, do you?” Saruman asked Gandalf quietly.
“What? You said it addles the mind and yellows the teeth!”
“Yes, but I think we might be here for a while.”
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Twenty minutes later...
“Not even one day in Numenor, and you ended up in jail!”
“As I recall, you weren’t long after me. Although I am surprised it took you that long. Not even five minutes and you were antagonising the queen!“
“Of course she was,” said Elrond, smiling slightly.
“The queen who wasn’t letting us leave for Middle-Earth,” Galadriel reminded Sauron.
“Still, you had to threaten her? If I hadn’t stepped in - “
Meanwhile, Gandalf and Saruman were competing with the pipeweed smoke. Gandalf wondered if he should be worried about Saruman’s impressive replica of Barad-dur. No, of course not.
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One hour later...
“For the last time, I will not be your queen! For one, I am already married!”
“Yes, yes, you are very loyal to your silver clam.”
“How do you know about that?” Galadriel glared at him. “Theo! Did you tell him?”
If wraiths could blush, the Witch-King would certainly have done so.
“How could you join him? What would Bronwyn say?”
“Leave my mother out of this!”
“His name’s Theo?” said Gandalf, disbelievingly. That just seemed like an anticlimax.
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Three hours later...
“Enough!” Sauron yelled. “The age of Men is over! The age of the Orc has begun!”
“Uruk,” Adar corrected.
Sauron glared at him. “I should have killed you millennia ago.”
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Another thirty minutes later...
“You are nameless, faceless, formless.” Galadriel’s icy tone was more deadly than if she had screamed. Sauron actually seemed scared. “Go back to the void from whence you came!”
And finally Sauron was banished. Gandalf hoped this delay wouldn’t make him late for whatever there was to be late for. No, of course it wouldn’t. A wizard was never late, after all.