[Olorin_TLA]

Before the Great Gates of Minas Tirith stood a man, clad in mail and a cloak of dusty hues, and with him an old bent man wraped in grey, yet with of a hint of an inner light that was only seen when it was not realised. As Hama drew closer, he thought he saw in the younger man a reflection of Boromir the Valiant, who had passed through Rohan some months ago, and was now dead. The other was clearly Gandalf the Grey. He drew close to them, for Théoden King had sent him to Gondor with the Red Arrow and words of valour in place of Hirgon, messenger of Gondor, and he would not fail to deliver them now.
"My lords!" He cried, "My lords! I - oof! What-what are you DOIN - ARGH!!!"
With no explanation, Faramir was beating, kicking , strangling and maiming Hama relentelessly. His boots were pummiling the flesh...surely, thought Hama in his horror, surely this is not the noble brother of Boromir? What changed his personality so - URPHHH!!!

"Stop it!" Cried Gandlaf, and for a moment all gre darker than the looming Darkness, save that the Wizard shone like a blinding flame. "Fool! What manner is this to treat a man?" Hama lay on the floor, bleeding, bruised, crushed. His bones were broken, his lungs and windpipe almost rent, and his flesh a mass of swellings; more potato than man.
Thank Eru that Gandalf had saved him from this mad character's assasination.

"THIS is how you do it!" Cried Gandalf.

"Wha..." bled Hama... "NO!" he skriked! "Areiighg!!!"

"Like THIS! And THIS! Little wrist-swipe, helps maintain staff-balance - and THIS!!!" roared Gandalf as he beat the remaining life out of Hama with his staff, then got Sahdowfax to kick the dieing corpse into a fire and throw it off the sky-piercing peaks of Mindolluin till his body erupted in the streets of the Tower of Guard, covering dozens houses with redness and gore.