They all gazed at him. His hair was white as snow in the sunshine; and gleaming white was his robe; the eyes under his deep brows were bright, piercing as the rays of the sun; power was in his hand. Between wonder, joy, and fear they stood and found no words to say. At last Aragorn stirred. ‘Gandalf!’ he said. ‘Beyond all hope you return to us in our need!’…‘Yes, you may still call me Gandalf,’ he said, and the voice was the voice of their old friend and guide… ‘Gandalf!’ he said. ‘But you are all in white!’ 'Yes, I am white now… Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been. But come now, tell me of yourselves! I have passed through fire and deep water, since we parted.