Chapter 5 - The bud of a Heart
Gríma finished grooming Périn and then with the rose clasped firmly in his hand, he started back up the hill to the Golden Hall. The utter shock on Éomer's face, when he saw what Gríma was carrying in his hand, made Gríma want to burst out laughing. But he didn't. Instead he retained a calm composure (although now and again a short grin would begin to play upon his lips.) Gríma didn't bother to quicken his pace, he was enjoying every second of the shock and disbelief that passed over the nobles faces when he passed by, too much.
On his way back to his chambers, Gríma took a quick detour. He procured a small vase and filled it half full with water. Back in his chambers, Gríma set the vase down upon his bedside table and placed the delicate flower inside it. Gríma lay awake in bed that night for quite a long time, for he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful rose. As he felt his eyelids closing he thought to himself,
"How remarkable, that a young child of pure innocence, would not see me as a profane inhuman being like the rest of her kin do, but instead, she saw me as who I really am, inside" thought Gríma. "This has truly been the one Valentine's Day I shall remember with gaiety forever"
And holding those contemplations in his mind and heart, Gríma drifted off to sleep, a genuine smile, resting upon his lips.
Gríma finished grooming Périn and then with the rose clasped firmly in his hand, he started back up the hill to the Golden Hall. The utter shock on Éomer's face, when he saw what Gríma was carrying in his hand, made Gríma want to burst out laughing. But he didn't. Instead he retained a calm composure (although now and again a short grin would begin to play upon his lips.) Gríma didn't bother to quicken his pace, he was enjoying every second of the shock and disbelief that passed over the nobles faces when he passed by, too much.
On his way back to his chambers, Gríma took a quick detour. He procured a small vase and filled it half full with water. Back in his chambers, Gríma set the vase down upon his bedside table and placed the delicate flower inside it. Gríma lay awake in bed that night for quite a long time, for he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful rose. As he felt his eyelids closing he thought to himself,
"How remarkable, that a young child of pure innocence, would not see me as a profane inhuman being like the rest of her kin do, but instead, she saw me as who I really am, inside" thought Gríma. "This has truly been the one Valentine's Day I shall remember with gaiety forever"
And holding those contemplations in his mind and heart, Gríma drifted off to sleep, a genuine smile, resting upon his lips.