AN: sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I had assessments on. Not many
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Hugs, Melissa
Chapter 7
Grima awakened. The pain in his side was staggering. He saw Eowyn there asleep in a chair beside his bed. Was she here all this time? How long had he been this way? He tried to sit up. The pain was too much for him so he collapsed back onto the bed. A tear ran down his cheek. He didn't want to do this anymore. He was too weak. He couldn't go on.
Faramir arrived back in Gondor.
"Father! I have returned!"
"My son!" Denethor said as he embraced Faramir.
"It is good to see you father!"
"And you, tell me how did things go in Rohan?"
"Poorly, one of our guards was framed for killing the night guardsman and is rotting away in a prison cell. The kings son died as did his nephew and the kings advisor lies barley breathing."
"That bad are the times in Rohan? I must ride out to Edoras to see Theoden myself."
"I shall go with you, together we can release our soldier."
"You desire to go back? There must be more reasoning than this."
"Yes there is, I have asked for the hand of Eowyn, Theodens niece. We are in love. I merely await permission form you and Theoden."
"Well my boy you have my permission, but Theodens, no you'll have to wait."
They left the next day. Faramir needed food and rest. But he felt empty without Eowyn being around. He missed her, her smell, her touch and above all her smile.
"But I will see it again soon" he said to himself.
Eowyn awoke. She saw that Grima's eyes were open.
"My lord! Finally you have awoken! How are you feeling?"
"I am very sore my lady, I cannot move." Grima said. His voice was very husky.
"Can I help?"
"Can you please help me sit up?" With that Eowyn moved him up slowly as Grima tried not to moan in pain. She propped up his pillows behind him and pulled up his covers. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"You cry my lady, why?"
"I thought you were lost my lord, I thought the darkness had taken you."
"I deserve to be taken by darkness Eowyn,"
"You don't Grima, why say that?" "Never mind, I would like to rest now, it seems even talking weakens me."
Eowyn kissed his hand and left. Once she was gone he closed his eyes and began to cry. He thought what would Saruman do to him? What price would he have to pay? He did not care what his lord said. He would not kill another; he had been too close to death himself.
Haladin had already informed Saruman of the happenings in Rohan and Saruman decided it was best if Haladin remained with him. He couldn't risk being found out. If Grima was found out, he would die and Saurman would merely send another underling. Grima was of no value to him anyway. What use was he half dead? No, Saruman decided to leave things with Rohan as they were. Although Grima couldn't turn Gondor against Rohan, he was not disappointed, he had orcs enough to wipe them both out. Saruman was through with Rohan and everything in it.
Eowyn told Theoden of Grima's waking and his strange words.
"Deserve it? He saved us all from a madman, who unfortunately was my own son."
"I know, he is resting now but later I think you should talk to him."
"I will, but now Eowyn we have another matter to discuss, this concerns you." "Me?"
"Yes, Lord Faramir of Gondor asks for your hand in marriage."
"Marriage?"
"Yes, it is up to you, but you have my blessing either way, though you will be sorely missed."
"I will have to speak with Faramir first, makes sure of a few things."
"Of course, I will speak with Grima now." Theoden left and Eowyn was still standing there deep in thought.
He opened the door to the room that contained Grima and walked in. Grima was not asleep but wide-awake.
"My lord."
"Grima, how are you feeling?"
"Pain is all I can feel and it is all I deserve."
"Deserve? Why?"
"I killed your only son and heir."
"He tried to kill you, what else could you do I do not blame you, neither should you."
"Very well then my lord, after I have healed, if I do heal, I would like to be relieved of my duties for a while, if my lord would grant this request."
"It will be granted, take care and be careful, I have much to thank you for. Both Eowyn and I are thankful for your services and hope you see fit to return to them as soon as you are ready."
"Thankyou my lord." Theoden left. Grima thought to himself.
"Thank me for what? Filling his head with lies and false hope. And what for?" Just then a thought entered Grimas mind that had never been there before. Why? Why was he doing this? He had never bee given an explanation. He needed answers. He would have them as well.
Hugs, Melissa
Chapter 7
Grima awakened. The pain in his side was staggering. He saw Eowyn there asleep in a chair beside his bed. Was she here all this time? How long had he been this way? He tried to sit up. The pain was too much for him so he collapsed back onto the bed. A tear ran down his cheek. He didn't want to do this anymore. He was too weak. He couldn't go on.
Faramir arrived back in Gondor.
"Father! I have returned!"
"My son!" Denethor said as he embraced Faramir.
"It is good to see you father!"
"And you, tell me how did things go in Rohan?"
"Poorly, one of our guards was framed for killing the night guardsman and is rotting away in a prison cell. The kings son died as did his nephew and the kings advisor lies barley breathing."
"That bad are the times in Rohan? I must ride out to Edoras to see Theoden myself."
"I shall go with you, together we can release our soldier."
"You desire to go back? There must be more reasoning than this."
"Yes there is, I have asked for the hand of Eowyn, Theodens niece. We are in love. I merely await permission form you and Theoden."
"Well my boy you have my permission, but Theodens, no you'll have to wait."
They left the next day. Faramir needed food and rest. But he felt empty without Eowyn being around. He missed her, her smell, her touch and above all her smile.
"But I will see it again soon" he said to himself.
Eowyn awoke. She saw that Grima's eyes were open.
"My lord! Finally you have awoken! How are you feeling?"
"I am very sore my lady, I cannot move." Grima said. His voice was very husky.
"Can I help?"
"Can you please help me sit up?" With that Eowyn moved him up slowly as Grima tried not to moan in pain. She propped up his pillows behind him and pulled up his covers. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"You cry my lady, why?"
"I thought you were lost my lord, I thought the darkness had taken you."
"I deserve to be taken by darkness Eowyn,"
"You don't Grima, why say that?" "Never mind, I would like to rest now, it seems even talking weakens me."
Eowyn kissed his hand and left. Once she was gone he closed his eyes and began to cry. He thought what would Saruman do to him? What price would he have to pay? He did not care what his lord said. He would not kill another; he had been too close to death himself.
Haladin had already informed Saruman of the happenings in Rohan and Saruman decided it was best if Haladin remained with him. He couldn't risk being found out. If Grima was found out, he would die and Saurman would merely send another underling. Grima was of no value to him anyway. What use was he half dead? No, Saruman decided to leave things with Rohan as they were. Although Grima couldn't turn Gondor against Rohan, he was not disappointed, he had orcs enough to wipe them both out. Saruman was through with Rohan and everything in it.
Eowyn told Theoden of Grima's waking and his strange words.
"Deserve it? He saved us all from a madman, who unfortunately was my own son."
"I know, he is resting now but later I think you should talk to him."
"I will, but now Eowyn we have another matter to discuss, this concerns you." "Me?"
"Yes, Lord Faramir of Gondor asks for your hand in marriage."
"Marriage?"
"Yes, it is up to you, but you have my blessing either way, though you will be sorely missed."
"I will have to speak with Faramir first, makes sure of a few things."
"Of course, I will speak with Grima now." Theoden left and Eowyn was still standing there deep in thought.
He opened the door to the room that contained Grima and walked in. Grima was not asleep but wide-awake.
"My lord."
"Grima, how are you feeling?"
"Pain is all I can feel and it is all I deserve."
"Deserve? Why?"
"I killed your only son and heir."
"He tried to kill you, what else could you do I do not blame you, neither should you."
"Very well then my lord, after I have healed, if I do heal, I would like to be relieved of my duties for a while, if my lord would grant this request."
"It will be granted, take care and be careful, I have much to thank you for. Both Eowyn and I are thankful for your services and hope you see fit to return to them as soon as you are ready."
"Thankyou my lord." Theoden left. Grima thought to himself.
"Thank me for what? Filling his head with lies and false hope. And what for?" Just then a thought entered Grimas mind that had never been there before. Why? Why was he doing this? He had never bee given an explanation. He needed answers. He would have them as well.