Personal Notes: This is chapter two (of many.) I don't own these
characters, though I wish I did. It's based upon the movie "The Lord of the
Rings: Two Towers," rather than the book, but it strays heavily from the
movie, too.
He observed her, as always, from the shadows. She paced the halls restlessly, the midnight her only comfort. Grima sought to satiate her needs, to free her from that which plagued her mind. He knew, however, that he could not be the one to provide her with comfort. For, he suspected that it was himself that was causing her displeasure.
The orcs were coming, he knew. Sauroman had warned him. Grima shivered, his thin, pale skin was littered with goosebumps. The orc's slimy, gruesome faces lingered in his memory even as he slunk down the corridor to the throne room. He collided with Naima, the servant girl, and she fell backward. Tears stung her lifeless gray eyes. He raised a bony fist to strike the girl, but on second thought, helped her to her feet. She stood shakily. Though he was twenty years her senior, they stood the same height.
"Watch where you are going in the future, girl." His heavily lidded eyes turned from her and he continued on his way. She quivered in fear, for she may have angered him. Arousing the advisor's anger wasn't something to be taken lightly.
"My Lord," Eowyn's voice was pleading. "There is something coming, I know it. Eomer will not tell me what is happening, for he is bent on my protection. Listen to me, please.Uncle?" She sobbed at the King's feet. Grima smirked to himself. She had never shown her vulnerable half to him, not by choice, anyway.
"My lady." She looked up at him. Embarrassment crossed her face. The look was also mixed with something else.contempt. "What is the cause of your sorrow?"
Eowyn turned on him, the icy stare startled the Wormtongue. "You. What have you done to him? He was once proud, but you've drained him of his essence. You're a snake."
Surprised at this sudden outburst, Grima withdrew a few steps. She looked as if she were ready to draw her shining sword on him.
"I mean no harm to you," he began to slowly creep toward her, "There are some things that the King has no control over. This kingdom, for instance. He was weak, though blinded as you were by his goodness, you couldn't see it." Eowyn halted, listening to the hypnotic words. "I am here to help you."
She shook her head, cleared the trance from her thoughts. "No. You are a heartless worm, and your words do not touch me."
He sneered. "Oh, but I think they do. That is what frightens you, my lady." He retreated to the shadows, a place that was not only familiar, but provided him with solace.
Eomer once again urged the King into action. But this time, the matter had reached its peak. The orcs were attacking the kingdom. The villagers were being slaughtered, and the men of Rohan were putting forth their best efforts to keep the forces at bay. Women and children hid within the fortress, but even that wouldn't guarantee their safety.
"Helm's Deep." Eowyn breathed. Her brother only stared at her. He was gathering weapons from the armory, the troops were lined at the gates. "It's our last hope."
"How do you propose to get there? We're under attack!" Eomer cried. He knew what his sister was asking of him, but he couldn't let her go alone.
"You and the men stay here and fight them off. I will lead them to Helm's Deep."
Grima's ears were stinging. The sound of orcan screaming invaded his thoughts. Seeking respite, he crept into the main hall. There, he overheard Eowyn and Eomer speaking secretly while they counted the weaponry. Eowyn was going to lead the women and children away to safety. To the fortress of Helm's Deep. Grima's mind began to churn. Sauroman would be very proud of him.
More to come!
He observed her, as always, from the shadows. She paced the halls restlessly, the midnight her only comfort. Grima sought to satiate her needs, to free her from that which plagued her mind. He knew, however, that he could not be the one to provide her with comfort. For, he suspected that it was himself that was causing her displeasure.
The orcs were coming, he knew. Sauroman had warned him. Grima shivered, his thin, pale skin was littered with goosebumps. The orc's slimy, gruesome faces lingered in his memory even as he slunk down the corridor to the throne room. He collided with Naima, the servant girl, and she fell backward. Tears stung her lifeless gray eyes. He raised a bony fist to strike the girl, but on second thought, helped her to her feet. She stood shakily. Though he was twenty years her senior, they stood the same height.
"Watch where you are going in the future, girl." His heavily lidded eyes turned from her and he continued on his way. She quivered in fear, for she may have angered him. Arousing the advisor's anger wasn't something to be taken lightly.
"My Lord," Eowyn's voice was pleading. "There is something coming, I know it. Eomer will not tell me what is happening, for he is bent on my protection. Listen to me, please.Uncle?" She sobbed at the King's feet. Grima smirked to himself. She had never shown her vulnerable half to him, not by choice, anyway.
"My lady." She looked up at him. Embarrassment crossed her face. The look was also mixed with something else.contempt. "What is the cause of your sorrow?"
Eowyn turned on him, the icy stare startled the Wormtongue. "You. What have you done to him? He was once proud, but you've drained him of his essence. You're a snake."
Surprised at this sudden outburst, Grima withdrew a few steps. She looked as if she were ready to draw her shining sword on him.
"I mean no harm to you," he began to slowly creep toward her, "There are some things that the King has no control over. This kingdom, for instance. He was weak, though blinded as you were by his goodness, you couldn't see it." Eowyn halted, listening to the hypnotic words. "I am here to help you."
She shook her head, cleared the trance from her thoughts. "No. You are a heartless worm, and your words do not touch me."
He sneered. "Oh, but I think they do. That is what frightens you, my lady." He retreated to the shadows, a place that was not only familiar, but provided him with solace.
Eomer once again urged the King into action. But this time, the matter had reached its peak. The orcs were attacking the kingdom. The villagers were being slaughtered, and the men of Rohan were putting forth their best efforts to keep the forces at bay. Women and children hid within the fortress, but even that wouldn't guarantee their safety.
"Helm's Deep." Eowyn breathed. Her brother only stared at her. He was gathering weapons from the armory, the troops were lined at the gates. "It's our last hope."
"How do you propose to get there? We're under attack!" Eomer cried. He knew what his sister was asking of him, but he couldn't let her go alone.
"You and the men stay here and fight them off. I will lead them to Helm's Deep."
Grima's ears were stinging. The sound of orcan screaming invaded his thoughts. Seeking respite, he crept into the main hall. There, he overheard Eowyn and Eomer speaking secretly while they counted the weaponry. Eowyn was going to lead the women and children away to safety. To the fortress of Helm's Deep. Grima's mind began to churn. Sauroman would be very proud of him.
More to come!