Grima wasn't sure where to go. He couldn't return to Edoras, for he
surely would not be welcomed. The only place he thought would suit him
would be Isenguard. Saruman would shield him, he was sure of this.
Eowyn struggled futilely in his arms. He rode with her on his horse, her arms and legs were tied. He steadied her, but she still fought with every fiber of her strength. This pleased Grima to no end. When the castle appeared before them, Eowyn stopped struggling to gaze up at the dark tower. It frightened her.
The doors swung open, Grima dragged Eowyn in, though he was nearly unsuccessful. But, his strength surprised Eowyn, for he had always seemed fragile and weak. The white wizard stood before them. His staff glowed, his white beard trailed almost to the floor.
"This must be the Lady Eowyn," he said in a commanding voice. Grima had a look of pride about him, but he tried to mask it with heavily lidded eyes. "Kill her."
At first, it was as if Grima didn't hear or comprehend what he had said. Did he really want Eowyn dead?
"But, my lord. . .all this way, all this time!" He argued.
"Oh, but Grima," Saruman looked down upon the small man. "This is my little surprise. You have disobeyed me several times. You do not deserve so fair a reward for your insolence."
He became stiff with fear, then. He couldn't let her die, never. On his knees before the wizard, he graveled and begged for forgiveness. Saruman was cold as ice to his pleas, hardened by the weakness shown by his servant. Grima sensed this, and stood upright, just as cold, just as menacing.
"No. I cannot, and will not. She's mine, and I will let her life be taken."
Saruman's eyes clouded; he could not stand such insubordination. Not from a worm like Grima.
"You refuse to obey me? There are plenty like you in the world, so easily corrupted, their greed and hatred submissive to control. I will find someone to take your place as you will die with her, tonight."
Eowyn struggled futilely in his arms. He rode with her on his horse, her arms and legs were tied. He steadied her, but she still fought with every fiber of her strength. This pleased Grima to no end. When the castle appeared before them, Eowyn stopped struggling to gaze up at the dark tower. It frightened her.
The doors swung open, Grima dragged Eowyn in, though he was nearly unsuccessful. But, his strength surprised Eowyn, for he had always seemed fragile and weak. The white wizard stood before them. His staff glowed, his white beard trailed almost to the floor.
"This must be the Lady Eowyn," he said in a commanding voice. Grima had a look of pride about him, but he tried to mask it with heavily lidded eyes. "Kill her."
At first, it was as if Grima didn't hear or comprehend what he had said. Did he really want Eowyn dead?
"But, my lord. . .all this way, all this time!" He argued.
"Oh, but Grima," Saruman looked down upon the small man. "This is my little surprise. You have disobeyed me several times. You do not deserve so fair a reward for your insolence."
He became stiff with fear, then. He couldn't let her die, never. On his knees before the wizard, he graveled and begged for forgiveness. Saruman was cold as ice to his pleas, hardened by the weakness shown by his servant. Grima sensed this, and stood upright, just as cold, just as menacing.
"No. I cannot, and will not. She's mine, and I will let her life be taken."
Saruman's eyes clouded; he could not stand such insubordination. Not from a worm like Grima.
"You refuse to obey me? There are plenty like you in the world, so easily corrupted, their greed and hatred submissive to control. I will find someone to take your place as you will die with her, tonight."