Worries Brushed Aside

            “We must determine for certain whether the Necromancer is Sauron!” insisted Gandalf, his brush of a beard almost bristling with his determination.

            “Why do you push the matter, my friend?” Saruman asked him, brushing a his hand down the front of his robe, seeing it lie straight under his own well trimmed, sleek beard.  “It changes nothing if your fears prove true.”

            “But if he is indeed gathering power from the deaths of those who fall into his hands, he might return.”

            But the White Wizard merely brushed aside his fellow’s concerns.  He had other priorities he wished to pursue.