Chapter 8 The White Lady of Rohan
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Summary: After finding Gandalf the White, the company rode on to the city of Edoras.
The four companions rode hastily into Edoras. The city seemed to be in somewhat ruins, people wandered looking miserable. No one took notice of the four new arrivals.
Dismounting, they walked up the steps to the Golden Hall. Eomer greeted them. "Welcome," he said, "come quickly, he is very ill."
They entered, darkness crept around them. And there at the very end of the hall sat King Theoden of Rohan.
He looked worn and sick. A man with jet-black hair and a white face kneeled before him, whispering into his ear.
"Get away from him you peace of filth!" Gandalf yelled at this serpent like man.
"Theoden it is I Gandalf, do you not recognise me?" Theoden looked up, then dropped back down. "Curse you Saruman," whispered Gandalf.
The doors opened, Eowyn Lady of Rohan entered, dressed in white, she ran towards her uncle.
Aragorn restrained her, holding her around the waist "Leave him, he will be alright," he muttered to her.
She struggled once, but then settled in his arms. Now that he looked at her he saw her beauty, her long golden hair fell around her waist, her figure thin, her skin pale. He thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of a pale spring that has not yet come to womanhood. It pleased him top be able to hold this magnificent creature in his arms.
Gandalf kept pointing his staff at Theoden, and muttering words in elvish. Finally, he pointed his staff directly at him and said "Saruman I banish you!" King Theoden fell back in his chair by an unknown force. And slowly his features changed, his hair became lighter and shorter, his eyes now shone, and he felt new and refreshed.
Grima Wormtongue was thrown out of the city. "Get out you filth, that cannot keep your serpents tongue behind your teeth!" roared Theoden.
"My lord no," he pleaded. "Silence! Your voice is poison to my ears, now get out of here get out!"
Theoden threw Grima from the steps of the Golden Hall. He lay there in the dirt, and uttered something that sounded very much like a hiss. Wormtongue jumped on his horse and fled.
Gandalf spoke hastily to Theoden "I must go with Shadowfax on a swift errand, await me at Helms Gate."
Later at the feast, Eowyn brought forward a cup containing wine. She went to Theodens side "Receive now this cup, and drink in this happy hour. Health be with thee, at thy coming and going.
Theoden drank from the cup, and then Eowyn offered it to guests. When she reached Aragorn, she paused, and looked down upon him, her eyes shone like sapphires, on a sunlit morning.
He looked upon her face with admiration, as he took the cup, his hand met with hers, and he felt her tremble at his touch. "Hail, Argorn son of Arathorn," she said "Hail Lady of Rohan," he answered.
The next day, was a day of resting. Eowyn held up her fathers sword, she ran her hand along it, before wielding it in all directions. She turned sharply to find the sword meeting another.
Aragorn lowered his blade "You're good with a sword," he grinned. "Tell me where did you learn to wield a blade like that," he asked.
"All he women of Rohan know how to protect themselves with a sword," she answered, now looking up to meet his gaze.
Some sort of happiness was released within her when she looked upon him, an unknown joy.
Thanx for the reviews, and keep sending them in. The chapters now seem to flow a bit more with the book and film.
Summary: After finding Gandalf the White, the company rode on to the city of Edoras.
The four companions rode hastily into Edoras. The city seemed to be in somewhat ruins, people wandered looking miserable. No one took notice of the four new arrivals.
Dismounting, they walked up the steps to the Golden Hall. Eomer greeted them. "Welcome," he said, "come quickly, he is very ill."
They entered, darkness crept around them. And there at the very end of the hall sat King Theoden of Rohan.
He looked worn and sick. A man with jet-black hair and a white face kneeled before him, whispering into his ear.
"Get away from him you peace of filth!" Gandalf yelled at this serpent like man.
"Theoden it is I Gandalf, do you not recognise me?" Theoden looked up, then dropped back down. "Curse you Saruman," whispered Gandalf.
The doors opened, Eowyn Lady of Rohan entered, dressed in white, she ran towards her uncle.
Aragorn restrained her, holding her around the waist "Leave him, he will be alright," he muttered to her.
She struggled once, but then settled in his arms. Now that he looked at her he saw her beauty, her long golden hair fell around her waist, her figure thin, her skin pale. He thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of a pale spring that has not yet come to womanhood. It pleased him top be able to hold this magnificent creature in his arms.
Gandalf kept pointing his staff at Theoden, and muttering words in elvish. Finally, he pointed his staff directly at him and said "Saruman I banish you!" King Theoden fell back in his chair by an unknown force. And slowly his features changed, his hair became lighter and shorter, his eyes now shone, and he felt new and refreshed.
Grima Wormtongue was thrown out of the city. "Get out you filth, that cannot keep your serpents tongue behind your teeth!" roared Theoden.
"My lord no," he pleaded. "Silence! Your voice is poison to my ears, now get out of here get out!"
Theoden threw Grima from the steps of the Golden Hall. He lay there in the dirt, and uttered something that sounded very much like a hiss. Wormtongue jumped on his horse and fled.
Gandalf spoke hastily to Theoden "I must go with Shadowfax on a swift errand, await me at Helms Gate."
Later at the feast, Eowyn brought forward a cup containing wine. She went to Theodens side "Receive now this cup, and drink in this happy hour. Health be with thee, at thy coming and going.
Theoden drank from the cup, and then Eowyn offered it to guests. When she reached Aragorn, she paused, and looked down upon him, her eyes shone like sapphires, on a sunlit morning.
He looked upon her face with admiration, as he took the cup, his hand met with hers, and he felt her tremble at his touch. "Hail, Argorn son of Arathorn," she said "Hail Lady of Rohan," he answered.
The next day, was a day of resting. Eowyn held up her fathers sword, she ran her hand along it, before wielding it in all directions. She turned sharply to find the sword meeting another.
Aragorn lowered his blade "You're good with a sword," he grinned. "Tell me where did you learn to wield a blade like that," he asked.
"All he women of Rohan know how to protect themselves with a sword," she answered, now looking up to meet his gaze.
Some sort of happiness was released within her when she looked upon him, an unknown joy.