"What enemy?"
As soon as Gandalf finished speaking, Saruman said in astonishment. It was as if he completely couldn't understand Gandalf's words.
"Where is the enemy?"
Saruman raised his hands and looked around, taking in the serene and peaceful beauty of Rivendell.
The beautiful forests, maintained by magic, appeared even more splendid under the mixture of dawn and moonlight.
The air was fresh, with the occasional sound of leisurely bird calls.
"This is surely an age of daylight, an era of peace, Gandalf. Don't speak nonsense and stir up panic."
Saruman patiently advised his old friend.
"Sorun has already been defeated, Gandalf. He can never rise again nor gather the dark forces."
"The last time he let the dark forces sweep the world was because his former master, Morgoth's legacy greatly strengthened his power."
"And now, he has been utterly crushed! In the War of the Last Alliance!"
"It was truly the 'final' battle!"
Saruman spoke leisurely.
