Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings, if I did, Gríma would have lived and finished off his days as the consort of the King of Rohan…aka Éomer.
Into the West
Chapter 4
Gríma walked up to Faramir. "Have you been able to find them yet?" he asked.
Faramir shook his head. "No one has seen them since before the siege started."
Suddenly a guard ran up to them. "Lord Faramir!" he cried. "I have been able to find word of your cousin's children!"
"Where are they?" Gríma asked eagerly.
"When the siege started, they were placed in the care of my brother. My brother was instructed that if something were to happen to her, or the city was breached, that he was to take the children and make for Rohan. He was to head to Helm's Deep first."
Gríma and Faramir exchanged looks. "I must return to Rohan," Gríma said, running out of the room.
"My Lord," the guard asked, "if I may, who are the children being taken to?"
"Their father. Only the problem is, that was their father," Faramir said.
Gríma rushed to his room and he frantically started packing his bag. He had stayed behind after the Rohan contingent had left for home, choosing to stay to find his children. But now, it looked like he would have benefited from returning with the men.
When he finished packing, he rushed toward the stables and the horse that Lord Elrond had left for his use. Faramir met him at the stables and helped Gríma saddle up the horse. "Be careful, there are still Orcs roaming the countryside. Take this," he said, handing Gríma a sword specially made for his willowy frame. He smiled at the older man. "It was meant to be a gift for you from Boromir and I," he admitted.
Gríma stared at Faramir in shock. He pulled the sword from the sheath and he swung it, marveling at the weight of it. "This is elven made," he said, looking at the Sindarian script on the hilt.
"And made of Mithril," Faramir said. "It reads your name and that of your father."
Gríma stared at Faramir in shock. "You had this crafted for me?" he asked. "This sword is priceless."
"We were to present it to you along with your family after Boromir returned from Rivendell," Faramir whispered.
The two men were silent for a moment before Gríma tied the last bag to the horse. Once it was secure, Gríma turned back to Faramir and he tied the sword around his waist. "Thank you cousin," he said.
Faramir reached out and he hugged Gríma. "May the Valar protect you and your children," he said, stepping back.
"And to you and yours," Gríma responded, climbing onto his horse. As he rode out, he was met with four of the Gondor guards.
"Gríma Wormtongue, King Aragorn has requested that we accompany you to Helm's Deep," the leader said.
Gríma turned to Faramir. "Please thank King Aragorn for me," he said. Faramir nodded and he watched the five men ride away.
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Four days later, the five men reached the fortress of Helm's Deep. Gríma was glad to see that there were still people there, including the king's banner. He turned back to the guards. "Thank you for accompanying me," he said.