Hey guys sorry so much for the wait. My keyboard on the computer I use to type my stories broke so I had to fix it and that was a fun time. But, I've fixed it and I should be back in business!

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They set out at dawn. Grima and his men made a reasonable amount of ground by the next week. In fact, they had traveled the gap in the mountain range that would have taken them into Dunland. How Grima would have liked to travel a short distance into the country, to see his family. Sadly Draugen, the Goblin man who'd finally told Grima his name, had advised against such a thing.

"Some of these men do have families, Grima." Draugen had told him. "All in the far North. It is likely they'll never see said families again. Hardly fair to go so far out of our way to see yours, sir."

"I suppose not. But, I thought there were no Goblin women."

"They are rare. But they exist. Alternatively, as you can imagine, the line separating a Goblin and Human in the far North from which we come is more… blurred." Draugen explained.

"It is much the same with my people." Grima assured his… friend? Could he call Draugen that, now, properly?

"Alright!" He shouted back at the company behind them. "Sun's going to come up in an hour or so, find some cover till night comes again." The expedition to Edoras was slow going, with Orcs and Goblins tailing him. He wouldn't have made them walk in the poisonous sunlight. Of course they were capable, but he was more than familiar with the relief of not having to do something he'd really rather not do. And besides, walking at night was far better than the light of day. He'd always appreciated the stillness of it. His long strolls through the halls of the palace hadn't always been to steal glances at his goddess's sleeping form. It wouldn't be long before he could walk those halls again, he thought, and cracked a smile.

Camp was set up in a hurry. Orcs and Goblins were surprisingly efficient at pretty much everything.

They would have to be, he thought, Otherwise Sauron would never get anything done...

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Grima awoke in the late evening, as the sun was setting. He sat up and looked around him, almost forgetting where he was and what he had done with his life. He felt just a small twinge of an unidentified emotion. Could it have been… remorse? Guilt? Certainly not. Not that hundreds or maybe even a few thousands of people had died to get him to this very spot. He shook his head. These thoughts surely couldn't haunt him. Especially not now. Now was not the time.

Deciding he could suffer a walk to clear his head, he got up and tiptoed around the endless landscape of sleeping Orc bodies, he set out to have a look about the wilderness surrounding them. Thhe mountain face before him wasn't very steep, he ascended it at a leisurely pace. Cresting a ledge quite a ways up the mountain, Grima found himself on a large, relatively flat surface. Looking around, it seemed to him so wild and untamed. There was no way he'd find his way back if he went any further. Turning around, he found a rock to sit on that would give him a good view of what went on in the world below him.

He didn't pay any heed to the fact that his world was behind him.

Eowyn grabbed the bane of her country, her old country, anyway. What Rohan offered her was lost now. She had no country. Grima hit the ground with a surprised yelp, and made a swing at his assailant, managing to loosen her grip on him, he shot up and, seeing the familiar gleam in the air, he drew his sword and prepared for a fight. But as soon as his eyes could focus straight on who had perpetrated the assault, they widened as large as dinner plates.

"… Eowyn?" He tried to keep his cool, one brow quirked yet his efforts could not mask the astonishment and relief he felt, and Eowyn sensed it.

She was just as surprised, albeit not relieved, to see Grima before her. Yet here they were, fate had allowed their paths to cross again, swords drawn on each other; and, oh, how she wanted to rip him to shreds. Then again, she'd never seen Grima fight before but… surely she could beat him. He didn't look very strong.

"Grima." She said curtly. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, with the weary way he stood in defense and wielded his sword, with that look in the eye of a frightened animal. Some part of her had hoped the next person she would see would look better off than her. Yet another time she'd been disappointed by Grima Wormtongue.

At least Eowyn didn't look much better. Her hair hadn't had a proper wash since the attack... that had to be going ona week and a half now. She was dirty, she was tired. Her body was getting leaner everyday, but at least she was alive.

"I'm going to act surprised you survived the onslaught."

"You shouldn't be." She spat bitterly, brandishing a sword that was about a foot too long for her.

"How'd you bust out of hell in such good shape?" He sneered.

"That's really none of your goddamned business, murderer." Her eyes narrowed as

A tic started in Grima's jaw and he smiled wickedly. "Your fiery spirit as ever been the thorn in my side, Eowyn."

Just as they were ready to tear each other apart a voice sounded from the rocky path below:

"Grima?!"

Eowyn froze, and Grima backed up, sheathing his sword, attention drawn to the mysterious voice. Eowyn took the opportunity given her and pointed the tip of her blade at Grima's throat. He looked down the length of her sword and grinned, that sort of grin with something wild, something mad behind it.

"Over here, Draugen." Grima bent his back, attempting to keep his Adam's Apple as far from the pointy steel aimed at him as his adversary would allow. He gulped, hoping for Eowyn's sake she wouldn't do anything rash enough to give away her presence.

Eowyn tried to hide the shudder she had at what this "Draugen" might be. If ever there was a less human sounding name…

"The company is about to leave without you if you don't show up soon. Who were you talking to, anyway?" The gruff voice called from the ever-darkening shadows. He, or it, seemed a bit annoyed, to say the least. Eowyn's fear showed through widened eyes as Grima glanced to her. Grima withheld a response for a moment. The silence hung in the air.

Probably on purpose, the bastard.

"No one, Draugen. Trust me." Grima yelled back. Taking advantage of Eowyn's suprise that he hadn't sold her out, in the blink of an eye, Grima was gone from her. How disgustingly characteristically Grima to vanish from difficult situations like that.

Eowyn tried to shake herself out of the nervous feeling in her. Of course he would be traveling with a company. Men like him, cowards, never traveled alone if they could help it. But, with a company, he could have shouted bloody murder and had her killed...

She mentally slapped herself for thinking this way. She didn't owe the no-good bastard anything. It was his own mistake to leave her alive, nothing more than a mistake.

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*Gasp*! No deliberate POV changes?! What is this?