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Chapter 13 - Edoras

Gandalf: One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed.

When we reached the outskirts of the forest, Gandalf whistle twice I then heard a horse somewhere neigh and saw a beautiful white horse appear. (A/N: This bit's in slow motion, with cheesy music in the background...)

Legolas: That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.

The horse halted in front of Gandalf.

Gandalf: Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses and he's been my friend through many dangers.

We then rode to Edoras. Gimli (as always) was on the same horse as Legolas, I was riding with Aragorn, and Laila was on Shadowfax, with Gandalf.

Gandalf: Be Careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here.

A flag of a horse drifted to near the entrance to Edoras. We rode onto the city.

Gimli: You'd find more cheer in a graveyard.

We walked up the stairs to the hall and were blocked by soldiers.

Háma: I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of...

Keikæ: Let me guess. Gríma Wormtongue.

Háma looked slightly unnerved. Gandalf nodded to us as a signal to surrender our weapons. Legolas handed over his bow and arrows and knives, as did Aragorn. Gimli reluctantly handed over his axe. Laila and I also surrendered our swords and knives. I noticed Laila kept the lighter in her back pocket, though what she would need it for, I had no idea. Háma gestured to Gandalf.

Háma: Your staff.

Gandalf: Hmm? Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?

We followed Háma follow him into the hall. I saw Gandalf wink at Aragorn. When we entered, there were all these blonde people and then there's this greasy pale guy sitting next to the king.

Keikæ: Whispering Spot the bad guy.

Laila smiled slightly.

Gríma: To Théoden My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He's a herald of woe.

Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King.

As Gandalf spoke, and walked up the hall, I noticed a group of men following our steps.

Gríma: To Théoden He's not welcome.

Théoden: Why should I... welcome you, Gandalf... Stormcrow?

Théoden looked to Gríma.

Gríma: to Théoden A just question, my liege. He walked towards Gandalf. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.

::Jeez – Wash ya hair, slimeball.::

Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm! Raised his staff.

::You go Gandalf!::

Gríma: His staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!

The men who had been following us came forward, ready to fight. Legolas started forward. I stopped him.

Keikæ: No WAY – this is where I'm in my element.

One came forward.

"'scuse me, lady."

So I bopped the sexist git. On the nose. Musta hurt. 2 more came forward. God, they were rubbish at fighting. It was like playing dominoes.

Gandalf: Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows.

The rest came forward. I put one off balance with a matrix kick on the chin, kicked another one in the groin, and flipped another one over my shoulder, judo style. I then started towards Gríma, who was trying to crawl away unnoticed, but I needn't have bothered; Gimli caught him and pinned him to the floor. Brilliant expression on Gríma's face - a mixture of fear and horror. Then, I would if I had a very ferocious dwarf practically standing on top of me. Hang on, I've already been there, done that. Well, almost. I suppose a livid wallet-deprived copper is just as scary. Legolas was staring at me as if he'd seen a ghost. Actually, I think half the hall was gawping at me.

Gimli: Growls I would stay still, if I were you.

I punched the last one strait in the face. Probably broke his nose.

Gandalf: Hearken to me! I release you from the spell.

Gandalf closed his eyes and gestured with his hand. I could neither hear nor see anything unusual, which might indicate something odd was going on, but we all knew something strange was happening.

Théoden: Hahahhhahahahah! You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey!

::Oo... I don't think you should've said that....::

Gandalf threw back his grey cloak, revealing him dressed all in white. Théoden was thrown back against his seat.

Théoden: Argh! Gandalf: I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.

That was when Éowyn made her appearance. When she saw her uncle threatened, she attempted to run to him, to help him, but was pulled back by Aragorn.

Aragorn: Whispering to Éowyn Wait.

Théoden: As Saruman. If I go. . . Théoden dies.

::Not quite, Get ya facts strait.::

Gandalf: You did not kill me, you will not kill him!

::Too true.::

Théoden: As Saruman Rohan is mine!

Keikæ: I've got news for you mate... It ain't.

Gandalf: Be gone!!

Théoden lunged forwards, only to be thrown back into the chair again. Théoden moaned and slumped forward in the chair. Aragorn let Éowyn go, as she rushed over to her uncle's side as he falls. Théoden looked up. His face began to change gradually into that of a much younger-looking man. Clarity and recognition returned to his eyes.

Théoden: I know your face. Éowyn... Éowyn.

::No... you think?::

Éowyn began to weep with joy.

Théoden: Gandalf?

Gandalf: Breathe the free air again, my friend.

Théoden stood up, looking around him.

Théoden: Dark have been my dreams of late. He looked down at his trembling hands.

Gandalf: Your fingers would remember their old strength better... if they grasped your sword.

Háma presented Théoden's sword. The king reached for it with trembling hands. He wrapped his fingers around it slowly and then drew it, gazing upon the shiny steel. I looked over to Gríma, in the corner, who attempted to escape without success as Gimli pulled him back. Suddenly, Théoden's gaze turned to Gríma. We walked outside, where Gríma was thrown out of the hall and down the stairs.

::Oooo... That's gotta hurt.::

Gríma: Argh! I've only ever served you, my lord!

Keikæ: Yeah, right. What happened to Saruman?

Théoden advanced towards Gríma, holding his sword firmly in his hand.

Théoden: Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!

Gríma: Send me not from your side.

::Get your words in the right order, and I might just understand what you're saying.::

Théoden raised his sword to kill Gríma. Fortunately for Gríma, Aragorn grabbed him at the last moment, preventing Théoden from killing him.

Aragorn: No, my lord! No, my lord. Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account.

Aragorn extended his hand too help Gríma, who spat on him, scrambled to his feet and pushed his way through the crowd.

::Wonderful.::

Gríma: Get out of my way!

Háma: Hail, Théoden king!

The gathering citizens knelt in homage before Théoden. Aragorn knelt also. I saw Gríma ride out of Edoras on his black horse. As Théoden turned to go back into the hall, he looked up, saying:

"Where is Théodred? Where is my son?"

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