A/n : two things- 1, I know the rating's wrong- I'll try to fix it again and two, my computer refuses to spell Ziggie's name correctly, hence the wonky spelling.Sorry.
Chapter 3 Salvation
"Save Wormtongue? Al, are you serious? This guy has betrayed every-"
"Sam, Ziggie came up with a helluva lot on this guy,and it seems he's the one who's been betrayed-from day one." Al, absorbed in the information on his handlink didn't notice Sam's astonished expression. "Guy never caught a break. And here's the weird part. Seems this Grima guy's under some sort of a spell put on him by Sourmann-"
"Saruman," Sam corrected.
"Right. Whatever.If Grima so much as pull a blade on this Saruman nozzle, he's a gonner. So's anyone who tries to take him out.'Nother spell, Ziggie says." Sam folded his arms and said what Al knew he would. "Al. Spells? There's no such thing-" Frantically waving his arms, Al cut him off. "And there's no such thing as time travel, right? Sam, I'm telling you.Ziggie's run the data backwards and forwards . It's been 'Wizards and Witches and Hobbits oh my at the project. Get a grip! If you want to leap out of here, Ziggie says you gotta keep this guy from getting killed!" Sam raised his hands. "Ok, ok. What's she got?"
"A few days from now,after some battle,they'll be a confrontation with Saruman. That's when Grima- ugh, Sam- he slits his throat." Al looked as green as his suit. "When he does, he gets shot full of arrows. What is it with this place?"
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The battle for the Shire went much as Sam remembered. And in more than one way, he felt he understood Frodo's weariness. All both of them wanted was to finally go home.
The time finally came as 'Sharkey' was revealed indeed to be the fallen wizard Saruman. After an oily speech about how he had directed Wormtongue to kill the hobbit's Boss, Sam realized what he was dealing with-pure evil. Pure evil, and yet another of it's victims. Seeing the look of pure hatred in Grima's eyes, Sam knew he had to act fast. "You told me to- you made me do it, Grima hissed. Saruman laughed. The bastard was enjoying every moment of his servant's humiliation and pain. "And you will always do what Sharkey tells you to do, won't you, Worm? And Sharkey says, follow !" At that moment Sam saw the flash of a blade in Grima's hand-but before he could reach Saruman, Sam executed a spinning kick and knocked the blade out of Grima's hand and out of reach. Saruman bowed mockingly. "Oh, thank you, good master hobbit for spairing my worthless life! Come, I said, like a good little worm." The smile slid from Saruman's face when he realized three hobbit bows and one sword were trained on him. "No," said Sam. "This ends here. The war's over, and you've lost. The shadow has been driven away. Go with it- while you still can. Grima stays." Before Saruman could react, Merry said quietly, "Do as Frodo commands- my fingers tire."
In a state of shock, Saruman left the Shire to find his doom- alone.
Grima slowly rose from the road, looking at 'Frodo' uncomprehendingly. "Why-" he began. Words failed him. Sam remembered a line from the book, and it was a good one. "Grima, I know of no evil you have done to me. You can have rest and food here, until you are stronger,then can go on your way if you wish." Gratitude and finally understanding filled Grima's eyes. For the first time in his wretched life, someone had done him a kindness. As tears slid down his cheeks, he whispered, "Thank you."
And Sam Beckett leaped.
The end.
Chapter 3 Salvation
"Save Wormtongue? Al, are you serious? This guy has betrayed every-"
"Sam, Ziggie came up with a helluva lot on this guy,and it seems he's the one who's been betrayed-from day one." Al, absorbed in the information on his handlink didn't notice Sam's astonished expression. "Guy never caught a break. And here's the weird part. Seems this Grima guy's under some sort of a spell put on him by Sourmann-"
"Saruman," Sam corrected.
"Right. Whatever.If Grima so much as pull a blade on this Saruman nozzle, he's a gonner. So's anyone who tries to take him out.'Nother spell, Ziggie says." Sam folded his arms and said what Al knew he would. "Al. Spells? There's no such thing-" Frantically waving his arms, Al cut him off. "And there's no such thing as time travel, right? Sam, I'm telling you.Ziggie's run the data backwards and forwards . It's been 'Wizards and Witches and Hobbits oh my at the project. Get a grip! If you want to leap out of here, Ziggie says you gotta keep this guy from getting killed!" Sam raised his hands. "Ok, ok. What's she got?"
"A few days from now,after some battle,they'll be a confrontation with Saruman. That's when Grima- ugh, Sam- he slits his throat." Al looked as green as his suit. "When he does, he gets shot full of arrows. What is it with this place?"
*************
The battle for the Shire went much as Sam remembered. And in more than one way, he felt he understood Frodo's weariness. All both of them wanted was to finally go home.
The time finally came as 'Sharkey' was revealed indeed to be the fallen wizard Saruman. After an oily speech about how he had directed Wormtongue to kill the hobbit's Boss, Sam realized what he was dealing with-pure evil. Pure evil, and yet another of it's victims. Seeing the look of pure hatred in Grima's eyes, Sam knew he had to act fast. "You told me to- you made me do it, Grima hissed. Saruman laughed. The bastard was enjoying every moment of his servant's humiliation and pain. "And you will always do what Sharkey tells you to do, won't you, Worm? And Sharkey says, follow !" At that moment Sam saw the flash of a blade in Grima's hand-but before he could reach Saruman, Sam executed a spinning kick and knocked the blade out of Grima's hand and out of reach. Saruman bowed mockingly. "Oh, thank you, good master hobbit for spairing my worthless life! Come, I said, like a good little worm." The smile slid from Saruman's face when he realized three hobbit bows and one sword were trained on him. "No," said Sam. "This ends here. The war's over, and you've lost. The shadow has been driven away. Go with it- while you still can. Grima stays." Before Saruman could react, Merry said quietly, "Do as Frodo commands- my fingers tire."
In a state of shock, Saruman left the Shire to find his doom- alone.
Grima slowly rose from the road, looking at 'Frodo' uncomprehendingly. "Why-" he began. Words failed him. Sam remembered a line from the book, and it was a good one. "Grima, I know of no evil you have done to me. You can have rest and food here, until you are stronger,then can go on your way if you wish." Gratitude and finally understanding filled Grima's eyes. For the first time in his wretched life, someone had done him a kindness. As tears slid down his cheeks, he whispered, "Thank you."
And Sam Beckett leaped.
The end.