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Servant Caster and First Impression

Gandalf, one of the five Istars, known commonly as the Grey Wizard, was hoping that his friend got help as he had hoped when he whispered to the small insect. All he could do right now was to wait while Saruman was torturing him for information about Sauron's ring that was currently in the hands of one hobbit named Frodo Baggins.

Gandalf grunted slightly as he was thrown against the black stone of the tower Orthanc by Saruman's magic, but he would not say or even breath a word of who and where the One Ring was to Saruman. He would rather die than to put Frodo into greater danger.

Saruman had thrown him against the stone tower for almost an hour already and the White Wizard was slowly losing his patience. Soon Gandalf was hovering in mid-air and under his foot was the burning tunnels and fire, the sight of it was a sure death. The moment Saruman lost all of his patience, he would release the bindings and Gandalf would fall deep amidst the stones and flames.

After a moment of interrogation from Saruman, the White Wizard flung the prisoner to the wall once more. Gandalf slowly pulled himself up a bit and felt blood running down his face. Black spots started to creep into the Grey Wizard's vision.

I am sorry Frodo. I couldn't protect you...

Do not give up...

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I must admit I never seen a soul like yours. Hmm, I see... It is your will to protect the Halfling that calls upon me.

Answer me this. Are you willing to forgo all hope to protect this Halfling? Or will you chose to fall into darkness?

... I promise to look after Frodo...

Then I, the great Onmyouji who have command the Shinsho, shall answer your call!

A summoning circle drew itself next to the bleeding Grey Wizard.

A young man with strange foreign features and bizarre clothing rose out of the circle. His clothes looked like large robes in white and blue.

The young man smiled gently at him as he spoke in a soft voice, 'I am Servant Caster. Under your call I have descent upon these lands to aid you.'

Caster knelt in front of him and placed his hand gently above Gandalf's, who hissed at both the gentle tinge of power that washed over his body and the harsh burning sensation on his hand. Three ruby marks were engraved on his hand, they looked like a staff surrounded in burning flames.

'Rise up Master,' Caster said in the same gentle tone he had used since he materialized and pulled Gandalf on his feet with a soft smile.

'Tsk. So you manage to summon a Servant.' Gandalf turned his gaze away from the mysterious youth to the White Wizard who stood with his staff pointed at them and a blast coming towards them.

Before Gandalf was even prepared to counter the spell, Caster immediately place in front of the injured wizard and took out a prayer beads. With a simple flick of his wrist, the prayer beads absorbed the attack.

'Impossible...' Saruman muttered before he let out a pain choke when Caster threw a fire spell at him.

Gandalf thought of the same thing as he watched the young man defend and counter-attack against Saruman's attack, like it was simple child's play, than one that involved high incantation spells.

'Master I do not think it wise to remain here any longer,' Caster spoke calmly, as if he did not just defeat one of the most powerful Istars with a flick of his hand, and he was still smiling.

The Grey Wizard was snapped of his stupor in a second and his face turned serious once more. 'Yes and I believe my friend is here.'

A loud screech sounded from above and both Master and Servant looked up to see a giant eagle flew around the tower. Gandalf quickly jumped over the edge and Caster did the same before they both landed on the back of the avian creature and flew away from Saruman's tower.

'What a magnificent creature you have befriended Master,' the Servant commented lightly as he laughed.

Gandalf couldn't believe how cheerful the young was. The old Maia just shook his head tiredly as Gwaihir flew passed the Misty Mountain and headed towards Imladris. He must hurry both for Frodo and the fate of Middle-Earth, now that Saruman had chosen to side with Sauron, things had changed.

Just as the sun rose over the mountains and Gwaihir landed near the gates of Rivendell, the first he heard when they got of the eagle's back the sounds of metal against metal. Oh Valar, what is going on?

The Grey Wizard expected some enemies of sort, but he never thought he would something like... like... like THIS!

A man, or something akin to a man, in black armour that reminded Gandalf of the Witch-King of Angmar, fighting a bowman in red coat with black armour underneath it, and the warrior was using a... a tree branch? If it is, the branch had a very twisted form.

Though Gandalf shook out of his stupor and focused on the mess they had left behind from their fight, some plants were trampled on, some trees looked like they had been tortured by orcs, and the ground and stones were broken.

As the sound of battle continued, Caster looked like he was about to join the fray, when Gandalf, having more than enough surprises and annoyance for the day, ended the battle himself, in a common way by his standard.

'SILENCE!' Gandalf shouted, an ominous aura covered the area for a moment, but it quickly vanished.

The black knight stopped immediately, but the red archer simply pointed his arrow at him.

'What madness is this?!' Gandalf yelled angrily as he approached the two fighters in angry steps, Caster followed him closely with his prayer beads held loosely in his hands.

'BERSERKER!' Aragorn yelled as he approached the dark knight.

'ARCHER!' Legolas came, and as an elf, he didn't stomp on the ground like Aragorn did.

Gandalf was taken aback by the familiarity Aragorn and Legolas had with the two strange warriors.

'Master, this is an enemy Servant,' the black knight said in a distorted and rumbling voice, but it sounded more as a growl than a speech.

'Legolas and the other elves who came with him could have gotten hurt from you using a Ringwraith's sword!' Aragorn yelled angrily, which was a great surprise to Gandalf, seeing the future King of Gondor had stopped yelling at people, something the ranger hadn't done since he had learned of his heritage. 'Also, this is Rivendell, home of the elves and you nearly destroy every garden in it and probably make every able elf thinks the Enemy has entered without them noticing!'

While the black armour being's face was covered in a helmet of sort and the black mist hindered the shape of the warrior further, it was impossible to know what the man was thinking, but from the way the body moved slightly, it was clear that the warrior was anything but please with the scowl.

'He was the one, who started it,' the red knight said pointing at the sinister-looking knight, Gandalf looked at Legolas' side and saw the elf was close to the point of stabbing someone with an arrow.

'The person you tried to kill is my friend, and you keep hiding yourself in your spirit form, it is normal to anyone who suddenly sees you appearing will react that way,' Legolas said, trying to sound like he was scolding at the archer, but he sounded more like a displeased child. 'Are you trying to destroy the Last Homely House in Middle-Earth?'

The elf's voice was getting louder, but the archer in red seemed to be unimpressed by the elf's anger.

'What are you going to do next time when a Servant is going to target you?' Archer asked in a nonchalant tone. 'Try to talk to it?' Pointing at the black knight called Berserker.

Gandalf watched as one of the red sigils on Legolas' hand, which he just noticed them, glowed brightly as the elf shouted, 'You will obey my every word Servant Archer! I order you to show respect to everyone who is within Rivendell.'

'Yare, yare. Youngsters surely haven't changed much after all these years,' Caster said, rubbing the back of his head slightly, wearing a tired expression. 'They still don't have the patient. I am so glad that my grandson isn't like them.'

Gandalf would have asked the young man beside him how he could he have a grandchild when he looked like he had only seen twenty winters.

While the two archers were still arguing, Aragorn and Berserker were in a staring contest, and Gandalf and Caster were watching the scene tiredly, Elrond, the Lord of Imladris came and yelled, 'What is the meaning of this?!'

'Adar,' Aragorn greeted his adoptive father in a bow, Berserker followed the future King of Gondor, but kept his head bowed to the Lord of Rivendell.

Archer, forced by the Command Seal, bowed to Elrond, and Legolas was smirking as he greeted the lord.

Gandalf gave a nod to Elrond as he approached the black haired elf tiredly, with Caster behind him who simply gave a smile to the Elf Lord.

'Lord Elrond I bring dire news.'

While everyone in Rivendell focused on the three Servants, deep within the dark land of Mordor, a light far brighter and far more dangerous than the fires of Mount Doom shone through its stone walls, a shadowy figure rose from its kneeling position while nine others knelt down in greeting.

'Welcome back,' an ominous voice greeted the standing figure. 'Old friend.'

I don't know why the hell I'm continuing this story. I should probably drop it. Please give me your opinion.