Chapter 8
Faramir and is father arrived at Edoras, a site Faramir had missed. It was strange he felt at home here.
Theoden gave them a warm welcome.
"Only two of you this time?"
"Yes, there was no point of bringing others that are more needed at Gondor, attack is ever growing nearer."
"Then shouldn't you be with your people?"
"Our men know what to do, it is here that many troubles await you."
"What kinds?"
"As you should know, Grima is ill and it appears he always has the inside information on the happenings at Isenguard. Also have these killing reoccurred since our soldier was imprisoned?"
"No, they have ceased, but I think he was not behind it, it was my own son Theodred, he tried to kill Grima and he killed Eomer so it fits that he killed our guard. Your soldier will be released immediately."
"Thankyou lord Theoden. We offer our allegiance to you, also our friendship."
"I accept both gladly and return both as well."
"Glad to hear it! Where is Eowyn this lady who my son wishes to marry?" "I shall get her, she has my blessing but wishes to talk to Faramir before she makes her decision."
He fetched Eowyn and she joined them in the great hall.
"Lord Faramir!" she said as she ran to him embracing him.
"Eowyn!" he kissed her.
"May I speak to you in private?"
"Of course!"
They left the hall. Theoden and Denethor couldn't help but grin when they saw them holding hands.
They went into the garden behind the infirmary. Roses and daisies were all that grew there but it was beautiful, Eowyn's favourite one.
"Before I can give you my answer I must know one thing. I am all Theoden has left and it would kill him if I left. If we are to marry, my life is here and nowhere else."
"Well then, where your life is so is mine!"
"Then I will marry you!"
They had a long embrace and kissed. Eowyn felt safe and the happiest she had ever been. Grima, who was still in the infirmary, heard every that was spoken. He felt betrayed. From what Eowyn was telling him before he felt that she was giving in to him. He thought she loved him. He cried and the pain now was unbearable. He lost the will to live.
Eowyn and Faramir announced their engagement. There were small celebrations that day. Grima came out of the infirmary for a while to congratulate them; though a young nurse had to help him walk and stand up. He was too weak to ride to Isenguard at the moment but as soon as his strength was up he would flee, and possibly wouldn't return. He couldn't stay in the same house that Eowyn and her future husband were staying in. A few more days passed and nothing strange had happened. For once in a long time all was peaceful in the kingdom of Rohan. Grima was almost fully healed, though he still couldn't wield a sword he was fit enough to ride to Isenguard. He would leave immediately, but first he must say goodbye to Eowyn. He knocked on her door.
"Enter."
"My Lady,"
"Grima! Come in please!"
"Thankyou," he came in and sat down on her bed. She was glowing, he had never seen he so happy.
"I just came to say Farwell, I wish you luck with Faramir."
"Farwell? Where are you going?"
"I am not sure yet, I thought I might go to Gondor or, I don't know. I need to get out of here. To many memories."
"Not all bad I hope?"
"No, my times with you have been my most joyous, thankyou for these times."
"It was my pleasure as well. Please forgive me, for my ever-changing attitudes with you, I cherish you as a friend and will be sad to lose you, please tell me your whereabouts so you might make it to my wedding. You have helped me through too much to just forget you as a friend."
"Thankyou my lady, I will contact you, there is nothing to forgive, I have not always been the nicest person, I value you as a friend as well. I will miss you." They had a long hug, and then he left.
He said his farewells to everyone else and then rode out to Isenguard.
He arrived there within a day. He stormed in and saw Saruman.
"Why?"
Grima was fuming and he wanted answers.
"Why what you dimwit! You demand answers from me!" he struck at Grima, but Grima blocked his blow.
"Why have me do this to Rohan! What have I ever gained? Or what have you ever gained?"
"How dare you! I will not answer to a witless worm! You have no one but me! No one! Who has ever accepted you for who you are, when all the fallacies are stripped form you!"
This hit Grima hard, he hid his face for he thought that any moment he would burst into tears.
"You see? I am all you have."
"You still haven't answered my question, I want, no I demand an answer!"
"You go too far Grima!"
"Tell me!"
"Because Rohan didn't want you! Because your father left you there to become an outcast and you want vengeance!"
"Everyone hates you!" he continued
"Stop!" "How could anyone ever love a hideous creature like you?"
"Stop it now!" Grima covered his ears
"I am all you have and you know it!"
"Not any more! I will not be vengeful for something that did not happen! Yes I was outcasted, that was my father's fault! Not the Rohirrim! But I can be vengeful for what you did to me!"
Grima ran towards him armed with is dagger. Saruman did not expect this and was not prepared. Grima met him and stabbed him deep in his chest.
" I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You promised me her! But she is with another! You promised!"
He took the dagger out and stabbed him again. Saruman fell to the ground in a pool of blood.
Faramir and is father arrived at Edoras, a site Faramir had missed. It was strange he felt at home here.
Theoden gave them a warm welcome.
"Only two of you this time?"
"Yes, there was no point of bringing others that are more needed at Gondor, attack is ever growing nearer."
"Then shouldn't you be with your people?"
"Our men know what to do, it is here that many troubles await you."
"What kinds?"
"As you should know, Grima is ill and it appears he always has the inside information on the happenings at Isenguard. Also have these killing reoccurred since our soldier was imprisoned?"
"No, they have ceased, but I think he was not behind it, it was my own son Theodred, he tried to kill Grima and he killed Eomer so it fits that he killed our guard. Your soldier will be released immediately."
"Thankyou lord Theoden. We offer our allegiance to you, also our friendship."
"I accept both gladly and return both as well."
"Glad to hear it! Where is Eowyn this lady who my son wishes to marry?" "I shall get her, she has my blessing but wishes to talk to Faramir before she makes her decision."
He fetched Eowyn and she joined them in the great hall.
"Lord Faramir!" she said as she ran to him embracing him.
"Eowyn!" he kissed her.
"May I speak to you in private?"
"Of course!"
They left the hall. Theoden and Denethor couldn't help but grin when they saw them holding hands.
They went into the garden behind the infirmary. Roses and daisies were all that grew there but it was beautiful, Eowyn's favourite one.
"Before I can give you my answer I must know one thing. I am all Theoden has left and it would kill him if I left. If we are to marry, my life is here and nowhere else."
"Well then, where your life is so is mine!"
"Then I will marry you!"
They had a long embrace and kissed. Eowyn felt safe and the happiest she had ever been. Grima, who was still in the infirmary, heard every that was spoken. He felt betrayed. From what Eowyn was telling him before he felt that she was giving in to him. He thought she loved him. He cried and the pain now was unbearable. He lost the will to live.
Eowyn and Faramir announced their engagement. There were small celebrations that day. Grima came out of the infirmary for a while to congratulate them; though a young nurse had to help him walk and stand up. He was too weak to ride to Isenguard at the moment but as soon as his strength was up he would flee, and possibly wouldn't return. He couldn't stay in the same house that Eowyn and her future husband were staying in. A few more days passed and nothing strange had happened. For once in a long time all was peaceful in the kingdom of Rohan. Grima was almost fully healed, though he still couldn't wield a sword he was fit enough to ride to Isenguard. He would leave immediately, but first he must say goodbye to Eowyn. He knocked on her door.
"Enter."
"My Lady,"
"Grima! Come in please!"
"Thankyou," he came in and sat down on her bed. She was glowing, he had never seen he so happy.
"I just came to say Farwell, I wish you luck with Faramir."
"Farwell? Where are you going?"
"I am not sure yet, I thought I might go to Gondor or, I don't know. I need to get out of here. To many memories."
"Not all bad I hope?"
"No, my times with you have been my most joyous, thankyou for these times."
"It was my pleasure as well. Please forgive me, for my ever-changing attitudes with you, I cherish you as a friend and will be sad to lose you, please tell me your whereabouts so you might make it to my wedding. You have helped me through too much to just forget you as a friend."
"Thankyou my lady, I will contact you, there is nothing to forgive, I have not always been the nicest person, I value you as a friend as well. I will miss you." They had a long hug, and then he left.
He said his farewells to everyone else and then rode out to Isenguard.
He arrived there within a day. He stormed in and saw Saruman.
"Why?"
Grima was fuming and he wanted answers.
"Why what you dimwit! You demand answers from me!" he struck at Grima, but Grima blocked his blow.
"Why have me do this to Rohan! What have I ever gained? Or what have you ever gained?"
"How dare you! I will not answer to a witless worm! You have no one but me! No one! Who has ever accepted you for who you are, when all the fallacies are stripped form you!"
This hit Grima hard, he hid his face for he thought that any moment he would burst into tears.
"You see? I am all you have."
"You still haven't answered my question, I want, no I demand an answer!"
"You go too far Grima!"
"Tell me!"
"Because Rohan didn't want you! Because your father left you there to become an outcast and you want vengeance!"
"Everyone hates you!" he continued
"Stop!" "How could anyone ever love a hideous creature like you?"
"Stop it now!" Grima covered his ears
"I am all you have and you know it!"
"Not any more! I will not be vengeful for something that did not happen! Yes I was outcasted, that was my father's fault! Not the Rohirrim! But I can be vengeful for what you did to me!"
Grima ran towards him armed with is dagger. Saruman did not expect this and was not prepared. Grima met him and stabbed him deep in his chest.
" I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You promised me her! But she is with another! You promised!"
He took the dagger out and stabbed him again. Saruman fell to the ground in a pool of blood.