Eowyn's thoughts on Grima's treachery.
I own neither Eowyn nor Grima. You can have treachery. I don't want it…
Unless Help Comes
In his heart he crowned me,
And bound me in sorrow,
And loved me,
Unloving in return.
But deceit could not bind me,
Nor blind me forever.
He twisted my home,
Till the shadows were feared,
And sleep would not come to the weary.
In shackles of treachery,
Tied to his games,
I was forced to play,
With no hope of winning.
Unless help comes,
I might be the unwilling prize.
Unless help comes,
We might be left to feed the shadows.
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