Disclaimer: Everything and everyone that you remember belongs to Tolkien,
the rest is mine. My only, my precious! [Computer]
A/N: Here is the only time in this fic that you will get an apology for
grammar and a disclaimer. I was kind of hyper when I wrote this so be very
kind and PLEASE review! Thank you!
PS~ I haven't seen which age Grima was when I came across him in my ROTK
appendix, so I'll be assuming that he was 60. Eowyn was 24.
I was twenty when I first tried to have a woman, yet she would have none of me. I humbled myself. I bought her gifts, begged her, even tried writing poetry, but to no avail. She only had eyes for Lengel, a mere guardsman. Though I tried my best to overcome her, she still resisted, until in the end I could do nothing else but take her by force. Yes she was sweet, and a virgin, as sweet and ripe as fresh cherries. Yet I knew that she would go running to her guardsman and he would accuse me like a common criminal. As though it had been my fault! She tempted me, yet when we were finally alone, she pleaded that it had only been a game. That she loved Lengel, and when she pleaded it was sweet. As any man who has the courage to do the same will know.
After that I had no choice but to cut her throat. I hid the body during the remainder of the day and when Lengel was sound asleep, deposited her body next to him in his bed. I took care to bloody the bedding, walls and a highly prized dagger of his, which I left on the table. The next day Lengel was hanged for murder.
I had engineered all this and now I knew my powers. Why should I waste them on a simple village when if I so chose, I could have a kingdom? Even then, in my circle of acquaintances, rumors came to me of a man who would pay well for information. As a matter of course, his name was never mentioned. I resolved to travel to Riddermark and try to make my way there. The man's headquarters were nearby, you understand, in Isengard.
I learned the poisoner's trade, which would help me enormously in advancing in the man's network. I can brew poisons that make cobra venom seem no more then an irritant. I know potions that will cloud a man's mind, leaving him open to the slightest suggestion. I am able to brew up almost any concoction that you can think of.
This apprenticeship of mine took me the next ten years.
I was twenty when I first tried to have a woman, yet she would have none of me. I humbled myself. I bought her gifts, begged her, even tried writing poetry, but to no avail. She only had eyes for Lengel, a mere guardsman. Though I tried my best to overcome her, she still resisted, until in the end I could do nothing else but take her by force. Yes she was sweet, and a virgin, as sweet and ripe as fresh cherries. Yet I knew that she would go running to her guardsman and he would accuse me like a common criminal. As though it had been my fault! She tempted me, yet when we were finally alone, she pleaded that it had only been a game. That she loved Lengel, and when she pleaded it was sweet. As any man who has the courage to do the same will know.
After that I had no choice but to cut her throat. I hid the body during the remainder of the day and when Lengel was sound asleep, deposited her body next to him in his bed. I took care to bloody the bedding, walls and a highly prized dagger of his, which I left on the table. The next day Lengel was hanged for murder.
I had engineered all this and now I knew my powers. Why should I waste them on a simple village when if I so chose, I could have a kingdom? Even then, in my circle of acquaintances, rumors came to me of a man who would pay well for information. As a matter of course, his name was never mentioned. I resolved to travel to Riddermark and try to make my way there. The man's headquarters were nearby, you understand, in Isengard.
I learned the poisoner's trade, which would help me enormously in advancing in the man's network. I can brew poisons that make cobra venom seem no more then an irritant. I know potions that will cloud a man's mind, leaving him open to the slightest suggestion. I am able to brew up almost any concoction that you can think of.
This apprenticeship of mine took me the next ten years.