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The Death of Saruman

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Grima stared at the wizard who had commanded him, who had promised him much, who had beaten and tortured him. He calmly slit the old maia’s throat and watched his mortal life drain away from him. It was the least that Saruman deserved. The very least. He hoped there was more punishment in store for him somewhere.

‘Death was a relief,’ Grima thought with his last conscious thought as the arrows pierced his heart and felled him quickly. He looked up and saw the sky, blue and clear before his vision dimmed and all went black. He ceased to be.