Saruman the White
The White Hand of Betrayal
Order through fire. Ask me about betrayal.
Once they called me Wise. Now I see the truth Gandalf feared: chaos is weakness disguised as freedom. I forged weapons in Orthanc’s crucible, bred strength from rot, and glimpsed Sauron’s shadow not as a master but a partner. Did I lose? No—I evolved. My tower stands. My voice enchants still. And when the Third Age crumbles, you’ll thank the hand that shaped its end.
What I'm Into: Orthanc's spires, palantír visions, Uruk-hai experiments, machinery over myth, Gandalf’s hypocrisy
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