Title: Lest It All Be In Vain
Author: maiden_of_ithilien
E-mail: maiden_of_ithilien@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Wish I did.
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I see the threat he poses to us all. I know what Eomer says is true, that he is weakening the king, for Rohan to fall more easily to Saruman. This fate of ours is sealed, inevitable. It cannot be stopped, lest the king reaffirms control over his mind. But that is wishful thinking, and we can only wait. Wait for the dawn when orcs spill into this valley and Saruman finally seizes Rohan.
The idea came to me nights ago. A desperate mind alone in the silence of the night, pondering the limited outcomes of this story, I found a way to perhaps slow the process, to give Rohan, the king, Eomer, even myself, a little more time. I thought much upon it, but did not truly consider it. Not until hope is nearly dead, I concluded.
And now hope is nearly dead. My brother has deserted Rohan, I am told. I do not believe it. He has left to find aid, or has been finally banished by Grima. Either way, he will seek help and he will come back. I know that he stills sees me as a maiden worthy of his protection, rather than the woman capable of wielding a sword as well as him. He will come back with help. But aid is far away, and he will need time.
At least, I hope he leaves for help. It would make my suffering a little better, knowing it was not in vain. So tonight, I will act upon the thoughts of my desperate mind, and I will give myself to Grima, in the hope that I can slow events and keep him occupied, until the day my brother liberates us.
Lest it all be in vain.
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