Aragorn released Eowyn, his eyes following her. Rushing up to her uncle, he looks deep into her eyes. She hold his face in her hands and a smile comes, as well as tears of joy.
"I know your face.........Eowyn......Eowyn." Theoden said, a small smile upon his face. He grabbed her hands gently and the smile on her face grew even wider.
"My lord...........Uncle." she whispered quietlyto him, tears streaming down her fair face. He looked back, smiling at his nieceand quietly replied to her.
"Hello Eowyn, my niece."
Eowyn couldn't stop the smiles on her face and tears coming from her eyes. She was overwhelmed by joy that her king, her uncle, had returned.
"Breath the free air again, my friend." Gandalf said reassuringly, stepping before Theoden-King. The wizard nodded his head and smiled, glad to see the old Theoden had come back to life.
Theoden looked up to Gandalf. He studied him for a moment, then spoke.
"Dark my dreams have been of late" Theoden said grimly, the shadows coming upon his face.
"You fingers would remember their old strength better," Gandalf paused, letting go the serious expression on his face, "if they grasped your sword."
At that moment, Hama ran to his king, bringing with him, Theoden's long-forgotten sword. Theoden grasped the sword's hilt, he pulled it slowly from its sheath; much of his strength now returning. Out of its sheath, it gleamed with newness. Theoden turned his head, looking down at the frightened Grima that lay on the floor under Gimli's foot. His face now was even paler than before.
* * * * * * * *
Outside of the Golden Hall, the doors were thrown open. Grima came flying out of the Golden Hall, thrown by the guards of Theoden. Hitting the stone steps, Grima looked up, blood running from his pale face from colliding with the stone. Fear and anger possessed his eyes. With a heavy breath and rattling voice, Grima begged and lied, trying to save his one, miserable life. Theoden stepped outside, now feeling alive as ever; rage blazed in his dark eyes as he saw the disgusting creature lying on his ground, in his kingdom. The people of Edoras watched intently at the event; all were silent. None dared to move as Theoden slowly approached Wormtongue.
"Ah! I've only ever served you, my lord." Grima said, his voice quivering.
"Your witchcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Theoden shouted, walking slowly to Grima, a hard grip he had on his sword.
"Send me not from your side!" Grima begged sympathetically, his face wrinkled with fear and failure. "Please! I have only served you! I would only serve you!"
Theoden shook his head, gritting his teeth; he felt disgusted to be in the presence of such a miserable, lying, ill creature that Grima was.
Theoden listened no more to the words that came out of Grima's mouth. He now was in front of Grima, staring down at him in a hard glare. He raised his sword above Grima's head, signaling his death.
Suddenly, Aragorn jumped in front him, using his strength to hold Theoden's strength and rage.
"No, my lord!" he yelled, positioning himself between Theoden and Grima. "Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account." Aragorn looked deep into Theoden's eyes.
Seeing his chance, Grima quickly came to his feet and fled.
"Get out of my way!" he yelled, shoving and pushing people aside as he fled to the gate of Edoras which led out to the plains of Rohan.
"Hail, Theoden, King!" Aragorn shouted; he bowed down to the ground before Theoden. Following Aragorn's actions, the people of Edoras did the same. Looking around, Theoden slightly smile at his people. He looked down at Aragorn, who was bowed before him. The king of Rohan had returned.
Then at that moment, Theoden looked around, searching for something, or someone. His eyes widened as he looked round. Gandalf bowed his head: he knew what Theoden was searching for.
"Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" Theoden asked softly, distress and worry coming to his eyes.
* * * * * * * *
Outside, Theoden stood, silent and sorrowful. Gandalf appraoched him gently, knowing the truth.
"Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tomb of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas! that these evil days shall be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house." A silent wind blew as they stood at the grave of Theodred. Holding the flower of Simbelmyne, Theoden gently tossed it on the grave, where it lay to rest until its death comes. He did not speak for a while; he just stood there, his eyes closed, fighting back the emotions that were being roused in him.
"Theodred's death was not of your making." Gandalf said quietly. "You are not at fault on your son's death."
"No parent should have to bury their child." Theoden replied sorrowfully, barely able to keep his eyes open. At that moment, tears overwhelmed him. The pain in him grew and bursted. He began to weep hard, no being able to stop himself. Theoden tried to cover his face, but it did not matter. Nothing could help him. Nothing could bring his son back. And what made it even worse, he was not there to see the last days of his son; all because of Grima. Grima was part of the reason why Theodred was dead. If he hadn't been tricked and put under Sauruman's spell, Grima would have never been there. Because of Grima and Sauruman, orcs roamed freely across Rohan, his kingdom. Because he was under Sauruman's spell, Theodred went to fight for his father's country, to fight the orcs and Uruk-hai off his father's land. Because of Grima and Sauruman, Theodred was brutally hurt and later died. Theoden raged with anger, but sorrow overtook him all.
Gandalf had nothing more to say. He could say nothing more to ease the pain that Theoden felt. Looking round him, everything was quiet. But at that moment, something caught his eye. In the distance, a horse came wearily walking to the hill and stopped. Upon the back of the horse sat two children. A small girl was at the front of the saddle, and a young boy at the back. At the moment of the horse stopping, the young boy lingered to the side, and then fell from the horse.
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"I know your face.........Eowyn......Eowyn." Theoden said, a small smile upon his face. He grabbed her hands gently and the smile on her face grew even wider.
"My lord...........Uncle." she whispered quietlyto him, tears streaming down her fair face. He looked back, smiling at his nieceand quietly replied to her.
"Hello Eowyn, my niece."
Eowyn couldn't stop the smiles on her face and tears coming from her eyes. She was overwhelmed by joy that her king, her uncle, had returned.
"Breath the free air again, my friend." Gandalf said reassuringly, stepping before Theoden-King. The wizard nodded his head and smiled, glad to see the old Theoden had come back to life.
Theoden looked up to Gandalf. He studied him for a moment, then spoke.
"Dark my dreams have been of late" Theoden said grimly, the shadows coming upon his face.
"You fingers would remember their old strength better," Gandalf paused, letting go the serious expression on his face, "if they grasped your sword."
At that moment, Hama ran to his king, bringing with him, Theoden's long-forgotten sword. Theoden grasped the sword's hilt, he pulled it slowly from its sheath; much of his strength now returning. Out of its sheath, it gleamed with newness. Theoden turned his head, looking down at the frightened Grima that lay on the floor under Gimli's foot. His face now was even paler than before.
* * * * * * * *
Outside of the Golden Hall, the doors were thrown open. Grima came flying out of the Golden Hall, thrown by the guards of Theoden. Hitting the stone steps, Grima looked up, blood running from his pale face from colliding with the stone. Fear and anger possessed his eyes. With a heavy breath and rattling voice, Grima begged and lied, trying to save his one, miserable life. Theoden stepped outside, now feeling alive as ever; rage blazed in his dark eyes as he saw the disgusting creature lying on his ground, in his kingdom. The people of Edoras watched intently at the event; all were silent. None dared to move as Theoden slowly approached Wormtongue.
"Ah! I've only ever served you, my lord." Grima said, his voice quivering.
"Your witchcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Theoden shouted, walking slowly to Grima, a hard grip he had on his sword.
"Send me not from your side!" Grima begged sympathetically, his face wrinkled with fear and failure. "Please! I have only served you! I would only serve you!"
Theoden shook his head, gritting his teeth; he felt disgusted to be in the presence of such a miserable, lying, ill creature that Grima was.
Theoden listened no more to the words that came out of Grima's mouth. He now was in front of Grima, staring down at him in a hard glare. He raised his sword above Grima's head, signaling his death.
Suddenly, Aragorn jumped in front him, using his strength to hold Theoden's strength and rage.
"No, my lord!" he yelled, positioning himself between Theoden and Grima. "Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account." Aragorn looked deep into Theoden's eyes.
Seeing his chance, Grima quickly came to his feet and fled.
"Get out of my way!" he yelled, shoving and pushing people aside as he fled to the gate of Edoras which led out to the plains of Rohan.
"Hail, Theoden, King!" Aragorn shouted; he bowed down to the ground before Theoden. Following Aragorn's actions, the people of Edoras did the same. Looking around, Theoden slightly smile at his people. He looked down at Aragorn, who was bowed before him. The king of Rohan had returned.
Then at that moment, Theoden looked around, searching for something, or someone. His eyes widened as he looked round. Gandalf bowed his head: he knew what Theoden was searching for.
"Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" Theoden asked softly, distress and worry coming to his eyes.
* * * * * * * *
Outside, Theoden stood, silent and sorrowful. Gandalf appraoched him gently, knowing the truth.
"Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tomb of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas! that these evil days shall be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house." A silent wind blew as they stood at the grave of Theodred. Holding the flower of Simbelmyne, Theoden gently tossed it on the grave, where it lay to rest until its death comes. He did not speak for a while; he just stood there, his eyes closed, fighting back the emotions that were being roused in him.
"Theodred's death was not of your making." Gandalf said quietly. "You are not at fault on your son's death."
"No parent should have to bury their child." Theoden replied sorrowfully, barely able to keep his eyes open. At that moment, tears overwhelmed him. The pain in him grew and bursted. He began to weep hard, no being able to stop himself. Theoden tried to cover his face, but it did not matter. Nothing could help him. Nothing could bring his son back. And what made it even worse, he was not there to see the last days of his son; all because of Grima. Grima was part of the reason why Theodred was dead. If he hadn't been tricked and put under Sauruman's spell, Grima would have never been there. Because of Grima and Sauruman, orcs roamed freely across Rohan, his kingdom. Because he was under Sauruman's spell, Theodred went to fight for his father's country, to fight the orcs and Uruk-hai off his father's land. Because of Grima and Sauruman, Theodred was brutally hurt and later died. Theoden raged with anger, but sorrow overtook him all.
Gandalf had nothing more to say. He could say nothing more to ease the pain that Theoden felt. Looking round him, everything was quiet. But at that moment, something caught his eye. In the distance, a horse came wearily walking to the hill and stopped. Upon the back of the horse sat two children. A small girl was at the front of the saddle, and a young boy at the back. At the moment of the horse stopping, the young boy lingered to the side, and then fell from the horse.
I hope you liked the 12th chapter of my story! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER COMING VERY, VERY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF IT SO FAR! Thank you! ^_^