"Saruman, you are a powerful man with powerful friends. You are a man to be respected. And so it is on this day that I come to you, in friendship, with all respect, to seek your council.
You see, my young friend, Frodo, he has a problem."
Saruman nodded understandingly.
"He has this ring, a beautiful ring, but I feel it is an evil ring."
Saruman sipped his wine, stroked his chin, and began to speak.
"And you want it destroyed?"
"Yes, yes! You understand everything. Can you help me, my oldest and most trusted friend?"
"This, I cannot do --"
"Saruman --"
"Now you understand, it makes no difference to me what a man does with his belongings, or his time, unless they should conflict with my own. Join me, Gandalf. And if an honest man such as yourself should have enemies, then they would become my enemies, and then they would fear you."
"Saruman, i knew you as a mean of integrity, a man of wisdom, but most of all a man of reason."
"Gandalf.. you're nothing to me now, not a wizard, not a friend. You broke my heart, Gandalf."
***
Frodo Baggins sat at the Prancing Pony tavern sipping on his ale. Suddenly a moth flew to him and landed on his lap. He asked Strider what it meant.
"It is an old Wizard message; It means Gandalf the Grey sleeps with the eagles."