Chapter 6 and a half: Saruman prepares for war
By Brian Carmody
Wormtongue crept out of the Golden Hall. On silent feet he treaded to Theoden King's stables. He slowly unlocked the gate of his horse, Dantor, and slowly walked to the gate. "So!" Said a voice behind him, making him jump and turn around. It was Hama, the Doorman of Theoden. "Where do you venture now, Grima Wormtongue?" Wormtongue scowled and took the reins of his horse. It was a small, swift, black horse that looked as if it had the blood of the Mordor beasts in its veins. Perhaps it was one of Isengard's breeding projects to imitate that of Mordor's. "Well?" shrieked Wormtongue, "What is it! Has Gandalf Stormcrow sent to kill me? Or perhaps what he wants is information about Saruman's attack? Well he'll get no such pleasure from me!" At that he clumsily started to mount Dantor. But worms are not riders, better suited for slithering, so it took him several moments. He was about to go when Hama laughed. "There is nothing new you can tell us, Grima Wormtongue! But heed my word! It is Saruman your master who's in danger, and don't you forget it when you crawl back to him." Wormtongue sneered, mounted Dantor and rode out the front gates. "Go!" Shouted Hama. "Go crawl on your belly to your master." He sighed and turned back to his castle. "Would that I could put that worm out of its misery, but Alas! Theoden King has forbidden it. And with all usurpers and treacherous consuls gone, it is truly the house of Theoden once more. His word is law!" Wormtongue quickly rode Dantor across strange country. He could waste no time. Presently Wormtongue reached the gates of Isengard. A gatekeeper who recognized him let him in. A few minutes passed before he reached the front door of the towering Orthanc. The doors magically opened to usher him in. Wormtongue tied Dantor to pole and entered.
By Brian Carmody
Wormtongue crept out of the Golden Hall. On silent feet he treaded to Theoden King's stables. He slowly unlocked the gate of his horse, Dantor, and slowly walked to the gate. "So!" Said a voice behind him, making him jump and turn around. It was Hama, the Doorman of Theoden. "Where do you venture now, Grima Wormtongue?" Wormtongue scowled and took the reins of his horse. It was a small, swift, black horse that looked as if it had the blood of the Mordor beasts in its veins. Perhaps it was one of Isengard's breeding projects to imitate that of Mordor's. "Well?" shrieked Wormtongue, "What is it! Has Gandalf Stormcrow sent to kill me? Or perhaps what he wants is information about Saruman's attack? Well he'll get no such pleasure from me!" At that he clumsily started to mount Dantor. But worms are not riders, better suited for slithering, so it took him several moments. He was about to go when Hama laughed. "There is nothing new you can tell us, Grima Wormtongue! But heed my word! It is Saruman your master who's in danger, and don't you forget it when you crawl back to him." Wormtongue sneered, mounted Dantor and rode out the front gates. "Go!" Shouted Hama. "Go crawl on your belly to your master." He sighed and turned back to his castle. "Would that I could put that worm out of its misery, but Alas! Theoden King has forbidden it. And with all usurpers and treacherous consuls gone, it is truly the house of Theoden once more. His word is law!" Wormtongue quickly rode Dantor across strange country. He could waste no time. Presently Wormtongue reached the gates of Isengard. A gatekeeper who recognized him let him in. A few minutes passed before he reached the front door of the towering Orthanc. The doors magically opened to usher him in. Wormtongue tied Dantor to pole and entered.