Chapter 4
I looked down for her face as I stood on the top of the tower with my master.
I felt ill as I realized she had not come for me.
If only she had. If only she wanted me. Nothing seemed worth it now. I could here the lords and my master speaking but I did not listen until Theoden talked tot me.
"Grima!" He was almost kind to me, why I did not know for I did not deserve it. "Come down. You were once a man of Rohan!"
I was about to. I was invited back. I was going, to Eowyn. Maybe she would see now. I did not mean to scare her. Or upset her, just love her. What was so wrong with love?
I must have got lot in the thoughts of my own because the next thing I knew, I was on the cold stone floor. Saruman had hit me.
That was the last straw.
I would kill him and then I would go to her, for her. And this time I would have down a great deed. The white wizard would have died at my hand.
Even as I laid there I could see my beautiful Eowyn in her wedding dress. I could see us dancing round the golden hall no one else there. We were the king and queen. No one could challenge us. We were to together, the most powerful people in the whole of middle earth.
She was pure, she was gold.
As I stuck the danger in to his back I'd never felt better, because now I, Grima called Wormtougue, was free to be with the love of my life.
Ah! The elf's arrow shot me.
I immediately knew I was going to die.
I lay down and though only of her. Nothing else mattered. Only she.
I hope with all my heart this darkness with endure. Then she'll be killed and we will be together…for eternity.
"I love you, white lady of Rohan," were my last words. And I was grateful for that.
They were pure and truthful. Nothing about them was fake.
I would wait for her. And then when she came to, when the curtain feel on her life span, we would be together and any man who touched her would die at my hand.
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As I entered my uncle's hall I saw all the people of our city had come.
I walked to the king and handed him the goblet full of wine that I had prepared for him.
I stood behind him and raised my own goblet.
"Hail the victories dead!"
The sentence haunted me and chilled me to the bone. I wanted to break down and cry and scream. But I didn't. I never did.
"HAIL!" I chorus with my people. But of course they were referring to the brave men who had fell at helms deep while I was referring to my beloved Grima.
He had fallen.
I looked at Legolas. I knew not what to feel, a burning passion of hatred, or of thanks.
Flashback.
"I think I love you!" said a naive twenty year old woman her eyes full of hope.
"No!" retorted the man cloaked in black.
"What-I thought-I thought," she said in disbelief.
"It is a shadow and a thought Eowyn. I can not give you what you seek," Grima told her sadly.
He did love the white lady with all his heart but no, he was unworthy of her touch, her pure embrace.
End flashback.
He had sent me gifts after that day, presents, sorry notes.
But I sent back every one and for that now I hated myself. I felt sick. There would no more horse rides or laughs together.
I had lost that over two years ago now, but only now did I truly grieve for it.
I missed him yet I was so ashamed to admit it.
I only ever kept one gift. A simple pendent that Grima had given me on the occasion of my nineteenth. I am going to wear it every day now.
a/n: I know that that conversation happened between Aragorn and eowyn but I thought when I did it would just give eowyn more reasons to think of Grima.
auri mynonys: I'm get on to my grammer asap. Thanks for reviewing!
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