"Grima, Son of Galmod, I presume you know who I am?"
"You are Saruman, the wizard who betrayed the White Council and the Order of the Wizards."
"I see you are well learned. Good, good." Sauman said, grinning at me malevolently. "Well, I need help, and I need your influence on King Theoden."
"No, I will not help you, I refuse." I said, perhaps a bit to hasty.
"No? I think perhaps I can change your mind. You see I have a plan, to destroy Rohan, no one will survive. Not even Eowyn, ahh, yes, I see perhaps I have struck a cord." He said, evilly, looking at me.
"What are you talking about?" I said, trying not give myself away. Eowyn was the only thing I had left to care about.
"Well, if you help me, I will spare your people, rather than die, perhaps they can serve as slaves, and yes Eowyn will be yours, before we take over if that is your desire. Choose to not help me, and she dies first, slowly and in front of you. You choose."
"You will not harm her!" I said, how dare he threaten her?
"Not unless you help me." He said, I looked at him, glaring at him, wishing I could kill him there and then, inflicting pain that would make him suffer greatly. I swallowed after a moment and looked at him. "Even if I did choose to help you, how would I marry Eowyn? Her brother…her uncle…."
"I will take care of both of them. Now, will you help me or choose to watch your people suffer and die?" I looked at him, torn, I could not bring myself to allow Eowyn to suffer, I loved her too much. Not that she ever really knew, but still. I looked at Saruman for a moment, and decided."
"If Eowyn and the others do not die, and she marries me, then yes, but that is the only reason, nothing else, I am not a traitor like you."
"Yes, but you are still a traitor nonetheless. Now take this potion, slip it into your king's drink once a day, after a month, ride out to me here." I hated him for what he was doing to me, I hated myself for being this weak, I was nothing like my father. I rode back to Edoras and slipped whatever poison Saruman had given me to my King, feeling guilty every time I saw him or his niece. I closed my eyes and tried to remember that I was doing this for her.
