Twice Met

I came, not to bandy words with your servant, as you hoped, but in my haste I had forgotten the power that your words held. Even with the renewing of the Valar, I feel the strength of Melkor's discord through you as it coiled around me with it's dirty, lingering, touch. But, behold! Thru death I have been strengthened and renewed. I find vigor and cleansing where once I found old age and heavy burdens of an Age with little hope. Your commands have no hold over me, Saruman of mangled colors. Find now that your authority is no more.