The chains hurt his wrists, his head hung limp against his chest. Oh
how he had failed. How foolish he had been. Now, not only would he die, but
his one love would die as well.
She stared icily at him, cold eyes reflected disgust. Grima looked away from her, for he couldn't stand the thought of her death.
"Why?"
He looked up into her eyes again, the question lingered between them. He answered as best he could, his mouth was dry, his head ached.
"I'm a fool." Grima thought that would be enough to satisfy her, but she pressed on.
"They were innocent. If you wanted me so badly, you could have taken me anytime. But you had them all killed. Why? Why?" She began to sob. No hope was left in Eowyn, none of the invincible strength present in her soul. She was lost.
Grima had no words then. For the first time in his life, he could not come up with an explanation or lie to get out of his predicament. He was speechless. His head fell back to its resting place upon his chest.
The darkness pressed in upon the two prisoners. Two guards came and removed them from the cell, took them to Saruman. A flock of people were gathered to watch their execution, and Grima recognized some of them as the servants and followers of Sauron. They sneered at him in his weakened state. But, the most cruel and yellow eyes that stared at him from the crowd were those of Naima. Her sneer was as strong as the rest of them. She stepped down from the platform and went to Grima then, lifted his head so his eyes met hers. For such a young a girl, she really was powerful.
"My dear Grima," she spoke to him as a snake would to a mouse, "I am sorry that you have to meet such a fate as this."
If the Wormtongue had had any strength left, he would have been very surprised and greatly disturbed. But he didn't. Naima bent to him, kissed his thin, course lips, and waved goodbye. Eowyn gasped in alarm as she was dragged roughly to the block.
Saruman called to the crowd. "The betrayer, Wormtongue, will now have to watch as we sacrifice his Lady Eowyn. What say you, my lady?"
"I say that you are a heartless, cold, unforgiving worm, and you will fall."
Grima closed his eyes. She had used the same words for him. Saruman merely chuckled, and the blade came swiftly down upon her. Grima's eyes closed tightly. When the tears were about ready to fall, Grima heard the soft thud of the blade hitting the stone. His life was over.
He didn't resist as they pulled him to the block. Saruman bellowed something, but he didn't listen. And as the blade shined menacingly above his head ready to strike, he opened his eyes for a moment. A swift moment only, and before the blade struck him, he thought he glimpsed Naima standing by Saruman, quite contently, and a flash of her silver tongue slid her deadly lips. . .
The End
She stared icily at him, cold eyes reflected disgust. Grima looked away from her, for he couldn't stand the thought of her death.
"Why?"
He looked up into her eyes again, the question lingered between them. He answered as best he could, his mouth was dry, his head ached.
"I'm a fool." Grima thought that would be enough to satisfy her, but she pressed on.
"They were innocent. If you wanted me so badly, you could have taken me anytime. But you had them all killed. Why? Why?" She began to sob. No hope was left in Eowyn, none of the invincible strength present in her soul. She was lost.
Grima had no words then. For the first time in his life, he could not come up with an explanation or lie to get out of his predicament. He was speechless. His head fell back to its resting place upon his chest.
The darkness pressed in upon the two prisoners. Two guards came and removed them from the cell, took them to Saruman. A flock of people were gathered to watch their execution, and Grima recognized some of them as the servants and followers of Sauron. They sneered at him in his weakened state. But, the most cruel and yellow eyes that stared at him from the crowd were those of Naima. Her sneer was as strong as the rest of them. She stepped down from the platform and went to Grima then, lifted his head so his eyes met hers. For such a young a girl, she really was powerful.
"My dear Grima," she spoke to him as a snake would to a mouse, "I am sorry that you have to meet such a fate as this."
If the Wormtongue had had any strength left, he would have been very surprised and greatly disturbed. But he didn't. Naima bent to him, kissed his thin, course lips, and waved goodbye. Eowyn gasped in alarm as she was dragged roughly to the block.
Saruman called to the crowd. "The betrayer, Wormtongue, will now have to watch as we sacrifice his Lady Eowyn. What say you, my lady?"
"I say that you are a heartless, cold, unforgiving worm, and you will fall."
Grima closed his eyes. She had used the same words for him. Saruman merely chuckled, and the blade came swiftly down upon her. Grima's eyes closed tightly. When the tears were about ready to fall, Grima heard the soft thud of the blade hitting the stone. His life was over.
He didn't resist as they pulled him to the block. Saruman bellowed something, but he didn't listen. And as the blade shined menacingly above his head ready to strike, he opened his eyes for a moment. A swift moment only, and before the blade struck him, he thought he glimpsed Naima standing by Saruman, quite contently, and a flash of her silver tongue slid her deadly lips. . .
The End