These are some scenes (movieverse) told a little bit differently with a person named Leonder stuck in.

Just a bit of background:

Leonder and Gandalf have been friends as long as they can each remember. Leonder mysteriously appeared in Middle Earth and Gandalf was the first person that he met there. Leonder has kinda been like Gandalf's 'shadow', following him almost everywhere and sharing in most of his adventures. They've fought together, enjoyed peace together, traveled together and much more. This is not yet completed yet, but enjoy!

I was there at Orthanc

It was a late night. Not as late as the night before, which, of course, had been Bilbo’s birthday party, but it was late just the same. I, Leonder, had decided to join the Hobbits at the Green Dragon. The whole place was buzzing with the smells of ale, beer and other drinks, the sounds of laughing, drinking, the clinking of mugs and Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took singing on one of the tables. I look over at the table and smiled despite the heavy things that were on my mind. I saw Frodo Baggins dancing around the table and singing along with Merry and Pippin in their song about drinks and such. When Pippin finished the song in a solo I went back to thinking about the dark days ahead. Gandalf had gone off again; I should have known by then that it was typical of my lifelong friend to run off on secret missions without explaining ‘why’ or ‘what’. I knew that it had something to do with Bilbo’s ring. Actually, it wasn’t Bilbo’s ring or Frodo’s ring. It was Sauron’s ring. My shoulders sagged as I thought of poor Frodo; an innocent, simple Hobbit about to go on an adventure that would change his entire life. I snapped out of my reverie just in time to hear Samwise Gamgee’s grandfather, or ‘Gaffer’ as they called him say
“Well, it's none of our concern what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble'll come to you.”
I shook my head. “If only that was true,” I thought to myself. “If only that was true.”

That night I slept like I usually did. I had always been a wanderer ever since I had come to those parts of Middle Earth. The next morning I woke up and realized that it was almost dawn. “I’d better hurry if I’m to meet them in time!” I said aloud. I grabbed my thin (but surprising strong) staff and my ever trusty sword. If I didn’t have my sword, I had my staff. And if I didn’t have my staff, I had my sword. I was never without one or the other. I had nothing else to carry with me, so struck off for Bag End. When I got there, the whole place looked deserted. “Shucks! Have I missed them?” I wondered aloud. Then I spotted footprints, boot prints and horse tracks and I raced off in the direction they were going in. After about 20 minutes of running I saw figures up ahead of me. I sped up my pace a bit until I caught up with them. Gandalf was leading Frodo and Samwise Gamgee, who had come along for various reasons. Sam was leading Gandalf’s horse, or one of the many horses that had come into his possession. “Sorry I didn’t get up in time!” I said apologetically. “I must’ve overslept…” Frodo gave me a quizzical look. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Why are you here?” “Well…” I began. “It seems to me that you are all of on a big adventure. I’ve decided to come, for better or for worse.” I gave Gandalf a look. “And remember… you’re stuck with me!”
We then passed from walking on grass to a thick forest. Gandalf took his horse from Samwise and then turned to speak to him and Frodo.
“Be careful both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service: birds, beasts.”
He turned to Frodo.
“Is it safe?”
Frodo patted his vest pocket.
“Never put it on, for the agents of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Always remember, Frodo, the Ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.”
And with that, Gandalf got up on his horse and was just about to gallop away when I grabbed his sleeve. “Wait a minute! I’m coming with you…” I just barely finished my sentence when I grabbed me by the collar and set me in front of himself up on the horse’s back. He then spoke a few words in a strange language to the horse and it raced off.

We rode for about four hours until we came to open country. We then traveled on a road for a few minutes until we stopped in front of a tall black tower. A figure was descending steps that came down the front of the tower where we were. I dismounted and Gandalf did likewise. The figure that was coming down the stairs spoke. “Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it not...my old friend?” Gandalf bowed. “Saruman.”
It was obvious that this figure was, indeed, another wizard. His staff declared it so. He and Gandalf looked similar, but Saruman’s hair and beard were white and straight and his staff was straight and had three sharp points on the top, just like the tower. Saruman looked at me. “And who is this?” he asked, turning to Gandalf.
“He is a friend of mine,” said Gandalf.
“Yes,” I said, nodding my head. Saruman nodded.
“Very good. Come this way. We will walk in the garden.”
The two wizards walked off toward the orchard and I followed slowly behind. I tied Gandalf’s horse to a tree with a piece of rope and then followed after them at a distance. I could not hear their conversation, and I did not want to interfere. I didn’t like the way Saruman looked at me. Something in his eyes… it gave me fear. The next thing I knew the two wizards had turned around and were headed back in the direction of Orthanc. I stayed to the left side of the path that went through the trees. As the two wizards passed me, Saruman looked at me. He held my gaze for about five second before continuing. That look chilled me bones. There was something… evil about that look. He then turned to Gandalf. “Come; let us go to up my chamber. We can discuss things further in there.”
Saruman went on ahead, but Gandalf waited for me to catch up to him. I did so in haste.
“I don’t like this,” I said with trembling in my voice. “I don’t like it one but. Did you see the way he looked at me? This tower is black. There is something in his eyes that gives me fear. I felt my blood turn to ice.”
Gandalf frowned slightly but did not say anything. Then we both followed Saruman up the steps and into his tower. We followed the wizard through several passages until we entered through a door that led into his chamber. Saruman sat down in a chair beside a table.
“Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency. Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all… his gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf; a great Eye... lidless... wreathed in flame.”
Gandalf spoke with a tinge of fear in his voice. “The Eye of Sauron.” Saruman continued. “He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will summon an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle Earth.” Gandalf looked curiously at him.
“You know this? How?” he asked. Saruman looked at him.
“I have seen it.”
He then got up and walked down two steps into another room. Gandalf followed him. I did not follow, however, but I stayed in Saruman’s chamber. I heard snatches of their conversation and I lingered close to the door that led out into the room. I saw a plinth with what looked like a ball covered with a cloth on it. Then I heard Gandalf say “They’ve reached the Shire!” then I heard Saruman say “They will find the Ring… and kill the one who carries it.”
Then I heard Gandalf exclaim
“Frodo!”
I saw him head swiftly toward on of the doors that led out of the room but as soon as he turned toward it the door slammed shut. He made for another door and that also slammed shut. I quickly ran into the room a slip second before that door too, slammed shut. All of the doors were shut, and Gandalf looked at Saruman questioningly.
Saruman raised his eyebrows.
“You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory. We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.”
Gandalf looked hard at Saruman for a moment before speaking.
“Tell me, "friend", when did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?!”
Then Saruman’s eyes grew colder than ice and with a loud cry he raised his staff and pinned Gandalf high on the opposite wall. He got up off of his throne-chair and stalked toward him. I drew my sword and charged at Saruman. He lashed out with his staff and sliced me on my sword arm with the sharp points on the top of his staff. I dropped my sword and clutched my wounded arm. While I was doing this, Saruman had released his hold on Gandalf and let him drop to the floor on his face. Gandalf raised his staff and with a cry flipped Saruman so that he was pinned to the floor by the back of his neck. Saruman immediately retaliated and after a bit more of this back and forth fighting he finally wrenched Gandalf’s staff from his hand with his power and cast him onto the floor. He then advanced on Gandalf with a staff in each hand. The other wizard spun helplessly just above the floor, completely in the hands of Saruman. “I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly. But you have elected… the way… of pain!” And with that he aimed both staffs upward and Gandalf was flung up and disappeared into the darkness as he flew upwards towards the peak of Orthanc. Saruman then turned and looked at me. “Will you aid me, or will you be as stubborn as that old grey fool?”
I shook my head.
“I will never serve you, for you would be a deceptive and cruel master. No. I will never bow to you, Saruman.”
. “Then join your friend, fool!”

The next thing that I remembered was laying on something hard. There was rain pelting down on me and it was very cold. I shook my head and blinked. Then I remembered. I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the top of Orthanc. I tried to get up but then I felt immense pain in my right arm. I held it in my left arm and immediately I felt the warm sticky blood that had not yet fully dried on it. I then tried getting up again. “Uhhn…” I groaned aloud. Then I pushed myself up into a sitting position. I looked up at the sky. The sky was getting darker every moment, it seemed.

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I like it. Its interesting reading from your characters piont of view. You should write more.

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Here is more! Continued right from where I left off.


I got up with a sudden effort and walked slowly over to the edge of the top of the tower, wincing when I walked from a bruise on my back. I looked down and sighed. I saw a huge gap in the earth, and from it I saw lights of fire and I heard the sound of hammers against anvil and steel. I walked back and sat down next to Gandalf, who appeared to be asleep. I put my head in my hands and watched his heavy breathing. There was blood on his face, and seeing that reminded me of my arm. I looked at it. Rain was dripping down it, and I rubbed it to wash away some of the blood. There were three short gashes in it, but the bleeding was stopping.
“Saruman…”
I muttered under my breath.
“Why did you do it? Why?”
I shook my head sighed again. Just then Gandalf stirred. He opened his eyes and looked around. Then he sighed and relaxed. The rain was pouring down on it, making everything very wet. I wiped rainwater from my eyes.
“I sure hope this rain stops soon, but it probably won’t. Oh well.” I took a look at the sky. There didn’t seem to be any signs of it clearing up.
“How do you feel?” I asked Gandalf. He wiped the rest of the blood off of his face and nodded slightly.
“Fine enough, but it isn’t particularly warm up here.”
I smiled slightly despite the predicament we were in. Then I shivered and pulled my cloak around me tighter. Not as though it helped any.
“I guess the only option we have now is to wait for Saruman to do whatever he will with us,” I said. “I’m going to try to sleep. There’s not much else to do, is there?”

We passed the next three days similarly. My stomach ached with hunger pangs and my throat was dry. The only water that I had gotten since I had been up on the top of Orthanc was the rainwater that I had sucked out of my wet cloak. It was better than nothing.. I thought of Frodo and Sam and I wondered how they were doing.
“What is Saruman going to do with us?” I asked, mostly to myself.
“Nothing, it would seem. Or if he will, he is taking his time.”
I looked over at Gandalf, who had spoken what I had just been thinking. I knew that he was feeling the same as I was, but worse. I knew that he had once been a close friend of Saruman, and that he had often asked him before for his counsel. But now that was changed. Saruman was no longer one of our allies. I sighed and turned over. Nothing to do but sleep and try not to think of the hunger pangs. When I woke up next it was still night time and it was still raining. Gandalf was huddled against one of the four points that stuck up from the top of Orthanc. I watched him curiously as caught a moth out of the air in his hand. He seemed to be whispering to it, but I could not tell what he was saying. Then he opened his hand and let the moth fly away. I blinked wearily. I probably wasn’t really awake and it was probably just a dream.

I woke up on what I assumed to be the next evening and to my surprise it wasn’t raining! It was still overcast and cold, and it was dark, but the rain had definitely stopped. I stood up and turned my head slightly and listened. I heard footsteps coming up a slight of stairs. Where they were coming from I had no idea, but jus then I saw Saruman standing in front of me. He had a whip in his hand. I swallowed hard.
“What do you want with me, Saruman?” I asked with slight trembling in my voice. The wizard looked at me with slight distain, but then he walked closer to me.
“There is something that haunts you. I see it in your eyes. What is it?”
He spoke almost nicely, I though. Perhaps he thought his trickery might evoke an answer from me. I shook my head and walked slowly backwards.
“I will not give you what you desire, Saruman. Nothing will make me join with you!”
“Not even threats of pain?”
“Never!”
The wizard then walked over to Gandalf (who was still sleeping) and gave him a hard kick in the back. He awoke with a start and rolled over.
“Gandalf Greyhame.”
Saruman spoke as though he felt sorry for him. “You can save yourself a lot of pain if you join with me. I know that you are stubborn, but perhaps you will change your mind. If you join with me together we can rule Middle Earth. We will be the strongest force that ever was in Middle Earth. Will you change your mind?”
Gandalf shook his head.
“I would join with you, Saruman, only if Middle Earth stood in ruins and there was no other force!” Saruman’s eyes grew hard.
“I told you that you had elected the way of pain, and pain you shall have!”
Saruman raised the whip and cracked it down on Gandalf’s back.
“No!”
I ran forward and grabbed Saruman by the arm. Saruman struck me on the arm with his staff; in the same spot he had struck it before. I fell to the ground, gritting my teeth as blood started flowing from it again. Then I looked up to see Saruman cracking his whip down on Gandalf’s back again. Just, a screech filled the air. I looked up and saw an eagle soaring through the air, heading straight for Saruman. Saruman threw down the whip and ducked as the eagle flew right over him. Another short screech filled the air, and Gandalf looked up at Saruman.
“There is only one lord of the ring. Only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not…share…power!” With a sudden effort, Gandalf raised himself, grabbed me by the arm and pulled my off the top of Orthanc as he jumped off himself. I immediately felt the soft body of an eagle under me and I was flying away. Away from Orthanc, Saruman and the evil of Isengard.

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I'm not obsessed, honest, not obsessed, not obsessed.... I LOVE LOTR!!!!!!!!! Okay, maybe I am obsessed.