"Sauron you wretched beast of darkness what have you done?!"
Gandalf was mortified, before him was not a remnant of lost power he expected to find but Sauron in his full glory.
He looked no different than when they still were with their father.
His shell may have changed but his essence didn't.
Even the damage from the rings destruction was gone.
Before him stood Sauron with power that eclipsed is prime.
Gandalf knew he stood no chance even if his power was not bound in middle earth, he would still be powerless before the strongest Maiar.
Mairon looked upon Gandalf the white, a look of shock and reminisce took over his face.
But his words did not shadow his expression.
"Olórin Q Mithrandir, long have I awaited your arrival."
Mairon spoke, while with a subtle movement put Vysesa behind him.
The child looked with confused eyes as the two men were confronting each other.
"Tho I must say I had not expected you to arrive alone in the Heart of Moria."
"Without any of your little friends to help you out."
"But I suppose for beings of our power they would only be dead weight."
"At least they would be; if your masters had not shackled your power."
Gandalf looking upon his arch enemy, could not help but ask.
"What happened to you Sauron, how have you regained your power?"
The wizend eyes of the Wizard scrutenized the being before him.
Gandalf was already silently casting a spell to distract Sauron and retrieve the girl.
He may not stand a chance against the Dark Lord, but he could not leave a innocent live in his grasp.
"Kal-o Anor"
A bright light illuminated the room blinding Mairon for a moment.
Gandalf acting quick caught Vysesa and shoved her out the door.
"Run child!, Beware of the dark."
"Escape Moria and find the king of the Gondor."
Turning swiftly he would face Sauron again.
His mortal form might die today, but he would return to the father.
For his spirit is immortal.
"Impressive old friend, you caught me off guard there.
I didn't think you would be able to use the tongue of Quenya in your limited form."
"Sauron stop your squabbling and face me Maiar to Maiar."
"Well I would appreciate it if you would adress me as Mairon, as I have taken up my old mantle."
" I care not for your games Sauron let's fight this out."
'I just hope I can win enough time for the child to escape.'
'she has such great potential and may very well be the key to destroying this darkness.'
Mairon looked upon his old friend with nostalgic eyes.
Olórin the loyal servant of Manwë
"As you wish Olórin, but do not expect a equal duel."
"My perspective has been alterd, and I am no longer bound by the stagnation shackling our race."
"In these short years after my defeat, I I have grown to the very Pinnacle of our caste I am on the cusp of ascending into something greater."
Gandalfs eyes showed a solemn light, he could feel the truth in these words.
Sauron has grown stronger for the first time in thousands of years.
A being stuck between a Maiar and a Valar.
The wails of the damned confined inside his spirit.
Unrefined energy, almost like a cage to contain the filth of the world.
Gandalf moved Glamdring already swinging at Sauron hoping to strike him down.
But the Dark Lord was swift, he moved back while shape shifting back into his true form.
Dark metal grew out of his flesh as he entered combat.
His three meter tall frame dwarfed Olórin as he could not even reach his chest.
A giant mace rested in Mairons hand swinging down with force.
His telekenisis attached itself to his mace giving it extra impact.
*Bwam*
The mace hits Glamdring, Gandalfs face twists in pain, his fore arm trembles as he hears his bones creaking under the force.
This is unlike his battle with the Balrog defeat was all but certain.
But years of combat experience helps him survive for a bit longer
He moves back quickly dodging another swing.
He ducks under a thick stone work bench full of Saurons forging tools.
Rolling over it, he moves quickly towards the bellows situated higher in the room.
Sauron was hot on his heels grabbing the workbench with his free hand and hurdling it trough the great hall.
*Cling clang BOOM*
The tools and table hit the floor.
Right after the solid stone workbench hits the ground cracks spread from where its landed.
That workbench was a solid 7 tons now easily thrown by Mairon.
He felt himself growing stronger as time passes.
In comparison to how strong he was when he first entered the new world, he has grown to extremes.
When he was reshaped by his father he could only lift about 2,5 tons.
But now he can lift more than 15 tons
(That is about 26.7, three meter tall hafthor bjornsson's in one body (did the calculation with just size not volume.))
Mairon looked upon the flusterd Maiar before him.
Running up his bellows hoping to gain and advantage over him.
But he would find none.
Mairon felt amused playing with his prey, moving slowly so to stretch this moment.
The main culprit behind the failure of his plans now hopelessly outmatched and running for his life.
Gandalf was panting his old frame not helping him in this fight.
The giant bellows normally moved by the cave Trolls under Saurons command, were big enough for Gandalf to use as his fighting platform.
But Sauron was moving in fast, and he could not waste a moment.
Bringing his staff to his mouth Gandalf began to mutter. Blight -o i fallen
Around him light gathered, and soon flames spewed down on Saurons massive form.
Mairon was taken by surprise Olórin should not have been able to use so much of his power, the Valar would never allow it.
But he grinned at that as his armour started to get red hot.
Now this fight was getting somewhere.