Thought I'd try and liven things up a little, so I changed the format
of this chapter some (yes I realized they're starting to become
repetative,) and was inspired after re-viewing Return of the King (I can't
believe it's all over, I REFUSE to believe it's all over.) Hope you enjoy.
Bucky sat at the long, low table in the Golden Hall. Everyone in the hall (Gandalf, Théoden, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Éowyn and the two refugee children) had given him at least one odd look.
Bucky was reasonably happy, for a little while. He had something resembling food before him and it didn't sound like they were planning on going on any wild goose chases for awhile. Théoden was arguing heatedly with Gandalf, and Bucky wondered again at the change that had come over the king. He seemed almost alive, which was quite a leap from this afternoon.
When they'd first entered the hall Bucky hadn't even realized he was there, an oily black robed man was the one who approached and the one who acted as if the hall belonged to him. Wormtongue, Gandalf had said his name was.
Anyway, Wormtongue had prowled toward them throwing insults at Gandalf, and Bucky found himself liking the fellow, (which was exceedingly rare.) Anyone who had the nerve to speak to Gandalf in such a manner deserved high praise in Bucky's opinion, espicially because Gandalf had been needing a talking to.
Quickly their places had been completly reversed though.Wormtongue was cowering on the floor as Gandalf strode confidently toward the king, Bucky was rather disapointed.
Bucky snapped back to the present for a moment as Aragorn joined the argument. Bucky had no idea what they were arguing about and didn't really care, although it was amusssing to see Gandalf and Aragorn yelling.
Bucky chose to ignore them and reminesce a bit more, he was rather proud of what had happened next.
Wormtongue had run at the sight of Theoden regaining his strength. Nobody seemed to care that Wormtongue was leaving. Bucky didn't want him to go; he thought quite possibly the two ot them working together could do some major damage (or good, depending how you looked at it.)
He ran after him calling, "Wait!"
"Bucky!" Gandalf exclaimed.
Bucky charged heedlessly after Wormtongue.
The hall emptied behind him as Wormtongue fell down the wide stone steps.
"Your leech craft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Theoden growled. Bucky couldn't help thinking that would have been amusing.
Wormtongue was still cowering. Bucky's opinion of him was dropping by the second and soon it might even be below his oppinion of Satchel.
Theoden raised his sword high. Bucky yowled and leapt on Wormtongure's chest. Bucky's opinion of him was not yet so low as to let the king kill him, since Bucky had latched on to him as a way out.
"No, my lord!" Aragorn cried, grabbing Theoden's hand.
Theoden struggled for a moment and then went slack.Wormtongue tried to stand but was forced back to the ground by the weight of Bucky on his chest.
"Off!" Wormtongue shouted, trying desperately to stand, he could see anger rekindling in the eyes of Theoden.
Wormtongue finally managed to stand, Bucky still clinging to him. Wormtongue did his best to run for the stables.
"Bucky!" "Stop!" "Imbecil of a cat!" came the cries after them.
Wormtongue continued to dodge the inhabitants, still trying to knock Bucky from his robes.
The crowd on the steps of the Golden Hall stared after them. Shouts, yowls, screams and hisses could be heard emanating from the parts of the city which Wormtongue was hurrying through. He finally rid himself of Bucky outside the walls of Edoras. Bucky had watched him ride away, angry that his chance to get away from Gandalf seemed to have disappeared then he'd been forced to slowly, achingly and gloomily make his way back to the king's hall.
"We will go to Helm's Deep." Bucky's head snapped up. It sounded like they were finished arguing.
Aragorn and Gandalf were shaking their heads grimly.
"What are they doing?" Bucky asked Gimli quietly.
"We ride for Helm's Deep," Gimli said shrugging his shoulders.
"Helm's what?"
Bucky sat at the long, low table in the Golden Hall. Everyone in the hall (Gandalf, Théoden, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Éowyn and the two refugee children) had given him at least one odd look.
Bucky was reasonably happy, for a little while. He had something resembling food before him and it didn't sound like they were planning on going on any wild goose chases for awhile. Théoden was arguing heatedly with Gandalf, and Bucky wondered again at the change that had come over the king. He seemed almost alive, which was quite a leap from this afternoon.
When they'd first entered the hall Bucky hadn't even realized he was there, an oily black robed man was the one who approached and the one who acted as if the hall belonged to him. Wormtongue, Gandalf had said his name was.
Anyway, Wormtongue had prowled toward them throwing insults at Gandalf, and Bucky found himself liking the fellow, (which was exceedingly rare.) Anyone who had the nerve to speak to Gandalf in such a manner deserved high praise in Bucky's opinion, espicially because Gandalf had been needing a talking to.
Quickly their places had been completly reversed though.Wormtongue was cowering on the floor as Gandalf strode confidently toward the king, Bucky was rather disapointed.
Bucky snapped back to the present for a moment as Aragorn joined the argument. Bucky had no idea what they were arguing about and didn't really care, although it was amusssing to see Gandalf and Aragorn yelling.
Bucky chose to ignore them and reminesce a bit more, he was rather proud of what had happened next.
Wormtongue had run at the sight of Theoden regaining his strength. Nobody seemed to care that Wormtongue was leaving. Bucky didn't want him to go; he thought quite possibly the two ot them working together could do some major damage (or good, depending how you looked at it.)
He ran after him calling, "Wait!"
"Bucky!" Gandalf exclaimed.
Bucky charged heedlessly after Wormtongue.
The hall emptied behind him as Wormtongue fell down the wide stone steps.
"Your leech craft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Theoden growled. Bucky couldn't help thinking that would have been amusing.
Wormtongue was still cowering. Bucky's opinion of him was dropping by the second and soon it might even be below his oppinion of Satchel.
Theoden raised his sword high. Bucky yowled and leapt on Wormtongure's chest. Bucky's opinion of him was not yet so low as to let the king kill him, since Bucky had latched on to him as a way out.
"No, my lord!" Aragorn cried, grabbing Theoden's hand.
Theoden struggled for a moment and then went slack.Wormtongue tried to stand but was forced back to the ground by the weight of Bucky on his chest.
"Off!" Wormtongue shouted, trying desperately to stand, he could see anger rekindling in the eyes of Theoden.
Wormtongue finally managed to stand, Bucky still clinging to him. Wormtongue did his best to run for the stables.
"Bucky!" "Stop!" "Imbecil of a cat!" came the cries after them.
Wormtongue continued to dodge the inhabitants, still trying to knock Bucky from his robes.
The crowd on the steps of the Golden Hall stared after them. Shouts, yowls, screams and hisses could be heard emanating from the parts of the city which Wormtongue was hurrying through. He finally rid himself of Bucky outside the walls of Edoras. Bucky had watched him ride away, angry that his chance to get away from Gandalf seemed to have disappeared then he'd been forced to slowly, achingly and gloomily make his way back to the king's hall.
"We will go to Helm's Deep." Bucky's head snapped up. It sounded like they were finished arguing.
Aragorn and Gandalf were shaking their heads grimly.
"What are they doing?" Bucky asked Gimli quietly.
"We ride for Helm's Deep," Gimli said shrugging his shoulders.
"Helm's what?"