A New-Old Maid

Disclaimer: Nothing of Tolkien's belongs to me. I'm just borrowing.

A/N: I know that somebody's gotta be reading this. My hit count keeps going up. And it's not just my clicking that's doing it, either. I only click about twice a month. If you're reading, please review! Good, bad, indifferent, I don't care! just let me know what you think of it! Please! I'm begging here!

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Dalfin looked at Theoden, noting the signs of Saruman's control. The aging, illness and loss of thoughts. Shaking her head, she made her first move. Realising that any attempt to subtly break Saruman's control over Theoden would fail, she carefully raised her staff, and comparably gently, smacked Theoden over the head, sending a burst of energy through his link to Saruman, and shattering the wizard's control over him. "Gotcha," she yelled, jumping up and down, drawing the gaze of every male in the hall to her bouncing chest.

Meanwhile, Saruman was horrified. Gandalf’s power was now feminine ……. and pink!