So much for how pretty Isengard once was. And so much for how evil and edgy it has become. It’s all over now.
That’s right, it’s been destroyed!
Upon entering the Ring of Isengard, Théoden and his men see its demise. Everything is underwater, except for broken pieces of stone and wood jutting out. No fighting needed! On a pile of rubble nearby sits two strange figures. One seems to be sleeping, and the other is peacefully smoking a pipe, unaware of their presence. He quickly jumps to, and introduces himself as one of the doorwardens. Kicking Pippin awake, Merry introduces himself to the Rohirrim.
-Saradoc Brandybuck: Merry’s father, if knowing that is important to you.
-Paladin Took: Pippin’s father. Paladin! That’s a familiar fantasy term, right? But…different than normal here. Quite different.
Yep, Merry and Pippin, just casually sitting on a pile of rocks. If you were wondering if the battle was truly over, it must be, if those two can be found chilling on the battlefield, one asleep and the other smoking.
Funny thing is, Merry doesn’t even see Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, or Gimli among the party. Perhaps he isn’t looking for Gandalf, so I’ll forgive him that, but my first instinct upon seeing an unexpected band of folks would be to see if any friendly faces are among them. No such luck for Merry so far.
But Gandalf is alive! That should be a big deal. I bet it will be.
Oh, and did I mention that Isengard has gotten the SMACKDOWN laid on it? This place, recently crawling with orcs, is silent and as still as a lake. In fact, it is a lake.
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I return to blaming the English.
“‘The lord Saruman is within; but at the moment he is closeted with one Wormtongue, or doubtless he would be here to welcome such honourable guests.'”