[Saruman is in the Chamber of the Palantír at Isengard. His hand is suspended over the Stone, and a fiery light is in its depths. The eye of Sauron appears within the Palantir. Saruman, eyes closed, appears to be communicating with Sauron by pure thought.]

Saruman: "The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth."

Sauron: "Build me an army worthy of Mordor!"

[Saruman is sitting on a chair in one of his chambers, his arms wound about him. He looks haunted. Three puny Orcs file into the room.]

First Orc: "What orders from Mordor my Lord? What does the Eye command?"

Saruman: "We have work to do."

[Huge trees are being felled, their creaks and groans like cries of pain as they are brought crashing down by Orcs.]

[On the pinnacle of Orthanc, Gandalf, dishevelled and scarred, wakes. He slowly pushes himself up and moves to the edge and peers down at the activity surrounding the tower.]

Orcs: "The trees are strong, my Lord. Their roots go deep."

Saruman: "Rip them all down!"