Finally, it was early in the afternoon when they reached Edoras. The fellowship was welcomed by the guards, and then they were unarmed, except for Gandalf's staff. Boromir complained at this, not willing to give his sword, and so did Gimli and Aragorn. But they finally gave up, and after an hour of questions and searching, the company was finally allowed to meet the king of Rohan, Theoden. Once Glorfindel entered the hall, his jaw dropped at the look of the king. Theoden looked very old, his eyes were red, his hair and beard all white, and face pale, completely without color. Next to him stood an evil-looking man, glaring at the fellowship, whispering to his king.
"It is a shame to see you like this, Wormtongue. You have become more wicked than ever, and a servant of Saruman, the traitor. If you stop saying the infected words of yours, you may get mercy." said Gandalf loudly, sharing angry glances with the man. Wormtongue snorted, and hissed, "Gandalf Greyhame,
what makes you think that the one who gives mercy would be you?" and whispered to the king, "Do not trust a word from them, your highness. They say they have come to help you, but it is the truth that they came to destroy your realm."
Gandalf had enough. He took up his hidden staff, pushed Wormtongue away, stepping towards the poor king, shouting spells. The elves helped Gandalf,
whispering in elvish to kick the evil soul off Theoden. It took some time to get the king back to himself, but things worked pretty well. Grima Wormtongue was kicked out, the guards didn't dare to stop them, and Theoden was back to his fierce mind once again.
"My king!" cried a woman, popping out from a room with another woman. The woman burst in tears as she ran across the hall and hug the king.
"Eowyn," Theoden said, touching the beautiful face of one woman. Eowyn was the lady of Rohan, with a shiny blond hair. The woman behind her was Isa,
a servant of the lady. Isa was dressed in a simple brown dress. Her hair was bright red, her eyes were between green and blue. This sudden appearance of the women confused the others, but Arwen was happy to see her friend at the darkest times.
After the meeting ended, Gandalf came back to his point. He told the whole story to the king and some other men of Rohan, and counselled him to fight.
Some minutes later, Theoden announced his decision, "We shall go to Helm's Deep, with every people in Edoras with us. There maybe we would be able to make more time." Gandalf nodded at the decision, "It is not a very pleasant decision, but in this situation, Helm's deep may be the best choice." So the folk of Edoras were packing up for the journey, afraid about the idea of having a war against a deadly army. When everyone was ready for the journey to Helm's deep, Theoden and the heads of the people of Rohan finally ordered to part, leading the people.
Upadion's army was prepared, willing to fight, but confused. Even as they marched along with their new leader, they weren't too sure of Durion, who had the form of an elf. "Why should we listen to an elf?" cried one. The others agreed, and posed the same question to the spirit. Durion smiled, and said loudly, "I have been expecting these types of problems, my friends. But I am Durion, the spirit of the one ring, once a partner of your former master, Sauron."
The crowd was silenced as Durion spoke the name aloud. "But I had enough of his unwise plans, and decided to become a master myself. I was searching for someone with power and deep in our enemies, when I saw Elrond Peredhil, the founder of Rivendell, and an enemy for a lifetime. His age and weariness allowed me to enter his mind, and soon, I was able to control this elf. I shall conquer this whole world, and soon find a new body, more friendly to you. But to do this, my friends, I need you. Of course, you shall all be rewarded greatly, but those who disagrees shall regret the rest of their lives."
Durion's army, now very convinced of their leader, marched proudly until Durion caught the sight of the folk of Rohan. The orcs wanted to attack them and massacre them, but Durion stopped them, saying, "It is an unwise thing to attack them when they have place to run. But I shall give them a warning."
The evil leader chose about forty orcs, dozens of trolls, and he put his hood on, following them. The small army carefully approached towards the humans,
until Durion's arrow struck directly at one of Theoden's guards, and the orcs attacked.
"Orcs!" screamed Isa, as the dead guard fell at her feet. Theoden called her and lady Eowyn, saying, "Eowyn! Isa! Take the women and children to safety!"
The lady and her servant led the women and children quickly to the forest nearby, where they hid themselves from the disgusting creatures. "Master!"
shouted an orc as it saw the flight led by the lady. Durion saw it too, but merely said, "Let them go. Do not waste your strength. The true battle shall take place later, when we shall be able to burn them all with fire." The ring-spirit was going back to battle, when Boromir stuck his sword directly through its chest. The hood was revealed as he fell, and Boromir's eyes widened by surprise. The elf muttered a few curses in pain, grabbing his wound. But by everybody's surprise who was there, the wound healed itself, taking every drop of blood back into the body.
After a while of fierce fighting, Durion decided they fought enough, and shouted, "Go back! Retreat!" and the orcs followed his order. He strung an arrow to his bow, and aimed it carefully at Arwen. The arrow flew loose out of the bow, directly to Arwen.