An Elven warrior stood by Gandalf? Saruman surreptitiously considered the slender plaits that kept the Elf’s hair from blowing into his face and obscuring his vision. Perhaps Thranduil’s whelp of a son? None of the beads and fancy weavings favored by those few remaining Noldor. Although the cloaks of all of them had come from the weavings of that foul witch Artanis—or Galadriel as she called herself now.
Lady of Light indeed! Well, he would deal with her when he must. Now he must consider how he could salvage his former plans amongst the ruins of his fortress!