Post by Saruman on May 28, 2011 5:33:13 GMT
The Industry of War
"We have work to do." Saruman replied with malicious thoughts in mind when one of his goblin servants asked him what was to be Sauron's will. Isengard will be transformed, Saruman knew this much. It was mere hours after Gandalf had escaped his dread tower. Saruman was jolted into action by Gandalf's escape, it was time that Saruman had played his card. He knew what to do: transform Isengard into a war factory. It would be easy, Saruman knew exactly what to do. The blueprints were in his head. He had knowledge that Sauron possessed when it came to creating incredible armies and dark war machines. They were both Maia who learned much from Aule. Saruman thought that the Valar Aule must've felt quite guilty, seeing his teachings to be transformed into evil usage.
Oh, how evil, and how disgustedly delightful.
Saruman marched onto the balcony of Orthanc with his staff in hand. "I know what must be done," he said aloud to his goblin servants. "Gather my host, and tear down this dreary forest!"
"Aye sir!" The goblin nearest to him said with glee and left. Isengard was built on the edge of the Fangorn forest. Saruman spoke the language of the trees, and on occasion, visited Treebeard. Treebeard told Saruman many things, yet Saruman did not return any information in kind, yet the Ent was too dull to notice that Saruman was only using him for knowledge. Ents were stupid, to Saruman's elation, they would be angry by this new venture--but what would they do?
"And you!" Saruman turned and pointed to another goblin, "Arrange for the river Isen to be dammed, we'll turn it into a production facility, water will be brought into Isenguard through aqueducts to use in iron production."
"Aye sire, it will be marvelous!" The crouched goblin said, his red eyes twinkling.
Saruman grinned, he rarely grinned, but this was different, this was progress. Despite the fact that he should've killed Gandalf the Grey while he could've, things would progress smoothly. With Grima Wormtongue keeping King Theoden too weak to act, Isengard would produce a large army without the interference of others. Saruman did not move from his perch, he sent his orders through messenger ravens, and even sometimes he telepathy ordered his goblins to do his dirty work.
Saruman stood for hours, he did not eat, merely contemplated. Before him, Isengard changed. The once tall trees were torn down without mercy, the soil turned barren, and the ground was torn asunder. Large pits, with the purposes of armories and breeding pits, were created within the walls of Isengard. Large wood towers and ladders carried troops and supplies to and from each end. A day passed of this progress and Saruman left his perch to visit one of the pits.
The first Uruk-Hai was about to be born in Isengard. The process was most disgusting. Buried within mud and slime, thin membranes carried full-sized Uruk-Hais. "Come on then," Saruman urged, a few goblins removed the slime and pierced the membrane, which turned our to be quite a tough carapace. The Uruk-Hai breathed hard and roared. It stood and clutched the goblin's neck with lethal force, the goblin's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell lifeless.
"Magnificent..." Saruman whispered bewildered, but he knew this behavior was apparent. The Uruk-Hai was the future. The Uruk-Hai was the strongest, most intelligent breed of Orc, they would spread terror throughout Rohan, and into the heart of Gondor. "You are Uruk-Hai, and whom is it that you serve?" Saruman said softly, the undertone of his persuading magic filling his voice.
"Saruman..." The Uruk-Hai said. "And I am Lurtz, Lieutenant of Isengard."
"Good." Saruman smiled.
Saruman grabbed a newly made iron sword from a cart of weapons and handed it to Lurtz, whom grasped it and held it up with a war cry. Weapons, chest plates, helmets and the new equipment for the new breed of Uruk-Hai were being made around the clock. The new model Uruk-Hai would be the end of Middle-Earth.
