He glared at the creature that looked at him with equal measures of pity and some emotion Saruman could not name. This weak, pathetic soul sought to command himordered him to depart from the Shire and forbade the rest to slay him? What made this ratling, the much-vaunted Ringbearer, think he had the authority to order anyone?
He wished he might blast the impudent Hobbit with the power of his staff, let that put a new parting in this Frodos hair! That ambition forestalled, he instead unleashed the remnants of his voice. At least his words still stung!