Chapter Four
Grima crept silently into the great Hall and picked up a dagger with his lace handkerchief. He crept behind the guardsman so silently, not even an Elf could tell he was there. He grabbed his mouth and with one swift movement slit his throat. Grima smeared more of the blood on the handle of the dagger and then dropped it by the body. Grima was shaking, his first killing, he liked the feeling it left him with. He had done the job so perfectly that only a splash of blood was on his handkerchief. Grima was ever so faultless with his planning, it could not go wrong. The blood from the neck of his victim began to seep out so Grima soaked this up with an old sheet and placed it in one of the men of Gondor's room. Grima returned to his chamber and left not one piece of evidence that could prove his guilt.
That night, Lady Eowyn was wandering the halls as usual and came across the slaughter that had occurred that night. She screamed and ran down the hall and stormed into the first room that she came across, it was a guest room of the soldier of Gondor that Grima had framed.
"My lady, what is it? What troubles you?"
"Yo-your sheet, the blood, how could you?" She ran again screaming, this was a nightmare, it was so horrific, how could this be happening? Grima heard her screams and came running out. This would be his chance to captivate the lady Eowyn and prove that he was not a spy of Saruman.
"My lady!" he said running down the hall "My lady, what happened?" as he said this he had a firm grasp on both her shoulders.
"O-ov over there!" she pointed and then buried her head in Grima's chest. He held her for a while and then she let go and Grima looked over to investigate. He pretended to look horrified and then went back to Eowyn.
"It was the night guardsmen. His throat has been slit." He said this horrified.
By now Eomer, Theodred, Faramir and even the king himself came out of their chambers to see what was going on.
"What is the meaning of all this!" Demanded Theoden.
"My lord, this man had been the victim of a vicious murder," Grima explained.
"And the culprit?"
"My lord," she stuttered, "A man of Gondor, I am sure. He was in the nearest room so I ran into him to tell what I saw and he had blood all over his sheets and hands."
She burst into tears and Faramir went to her and cradled her in his arms.
"Get away from my sister! You are not to be trusted! You may kill her next!" Eomer cried as he grabbed Eowyn from his arms and into his own.
"This is impossible, I understand this no more than you do!" Faramir cried as the guards seized him.
"Take him down to the dungeons!" Grima ordered.
Grima's plan had worked perfectly. He was never even a suspect! And Eowyn coming across it was a plus; they would never disbelieve her! He couldn't help but grimace when he saw Faramir and the other Gondor guard being dragged off to the cells. His lord would be most pleased. Eowyn was too shaken to spend the night alone so she stayed in her brother's room.
"Was it really the soldier who did it?"
"Who else could have done it? Are you suggesting I'm making it up! It was there plain as day!" She yelled back.
"I am sorry sister, you are shaken I should have believed you! I do apologise, you are in a fragile state."
"Its okay, I need to rest." She lie down and fell asleep.
Meanwhile down in the dungeons Grima went down to pay Faramir a visit with the King Theoden. All he needed to do was tell Theoden that he was a threat and Faramir would stay there until Grima would say he could be released. He couldn't kill him, not yet he needed his soldiers to frame for more deaths. Grima and the King retired. As Grima lay awake in his bed he thought of his next victim.
"Yes of course, he would be perfect, with him gone, there would only be one more that defied me, easy to frame Faramir as well. All I need to do is tell my lord he is trusted to be released, wait a few nights and then he kills his, or my, next victim. Theodred."
He fell asleep with a smile on his face. Grima woke up suddenly to the sound of screams. A woman's scream. Eowyn's scream. He put on his dress robe and ran into where she was sleeping that night.
"My lady!" He screamed. He saw her there, blood all over her hands, shaking screaming and crying.
"GUARDS!!!" Grima screamed.
He went up to the bed and saw there, Eomer's body lying in a pool of blood. This was not intended. If he didn't do it, who did? He needed to go to Isenguard.