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Chapter 18 (Past) – Surrendering Plea part 1

There was something terrible wrong. He just knew it… Why would he sent for him now of all times, when his cousin needed him most. He sighed in frustration as he was led by four men to the King.

Once there, the double door opened to reveal the large throne room. Across it was the throne and on it, sat a seemingly old man. His hair was gray and messy and his long beard was tangled in curls.

But that was something he, Eomer, son of Éomund and Third Marshal of Rohan, was used to seeing. It has been like this for some time now… Ever since Grima Wormtongue arrived here and was accepted as the King's adviser.

And speak of the snake and it shall appear… For there he was the pale skinned man whom everyone hated, with the exception of the King.

"What is the meaning of this Grima? Why have you called me here at this dark hour?" Eomer showed no signs of respect for the adviser. To him, Wormtongue deserved none!

"There has been a rumor about you, Eomer," the dark haired man slowly stood up and walked before the Marshal.

"I am a known man. Many rumors have been made and heard," the blond one frowned.

"Yes, but none so… how should I say? Interesting for the King."

At the word 'King' Théoden shifted ever so slightly and started whispering: "Grima… Grima…" until the said man leaned to hear what the ruler had to say.

"He is most disappointed at you. He thought you better, but now you have shown your true colors," the advisor spoke, yet Eomer could not be sure if those were really the King's words.

"Tell me what all this is about? I grow tired of listening to you," the Rohirrim hissed.

But before Grima said a word, the four guards that brought him here took hold of him and kept him from moving.

"Eomer, son of Éomund, you are hereby charged with treason against the throne of Rohan! Your punishment is death by execution," Grima calmly spoke as Eomer tried to fight off the guards with no avail.

"It shall be passed down tomorrow at noon. Until then you are sent to the dungeons where you will await your sentence," he finished and motioned with his head to take him away.

"You can not do this! You have no proof!" the 'traitor' still resisted.

"The King's word is all that is needed," a smirk crawled on his face as horror appeared on the Marshal's.

There was only one thought in his mind at that moment, but it was not of himself. No, it was of someone he protected. "Eowyn!" he yelled in his mind as he was dragged out of the room.

Although he was struggling more and more with each second, more men arrived to restrain him. In the end, it took about 8 guards to drag the Marshal to the dungeons and throw him in the cell.

He hit the hard ground, but only needed a second to be back on his feet. Yet that was one second too late, as the cell doors closed and locked.

He grabbed the gratings, trying to break free, but could not. The guards looked at him, unsure of what to do or if this was even right.

"Elmer! Please can't you see this is madness?" Eomer called through the gratings.

"The King's word is law… you know that…" the said male didn't sound as sure as he thought.

"You need to let me out! I need to protect my sister!" the guards started leaving, and Elmer had a look of pain on his face.

"I-I can't do that," he quickly answered before following the others.

The blond male closed his eyes and leaned his head on the cold metal, jaw locked as he gripped so hard his knuckles turned white.

Word of what happened spread like wildfire. It had not even been five minutes before it reached the ear of a certain Shield-maiden. And she now quickly walked towards the throne room. She could not believe what was said.

When she arrived, her uncle Théoden and his advisor Grima seemed to be discussing something, but they stopped when Wormtongue saw the woman enter the room. He completely forgot all around him, as his eyes stared at her.

Eowyn could feel Grima's eyes on her, and it sent shivers down her spine. She had known this for some time… that the dark haired male had been watching her. The only reason he could not get close enough, was her brother. He was her sole protector from this snake! And now… he was going to be executed.

Showing no uneasiness, she kneeled besides the King and looked up at his aged face.

"My Lord… You must reconsider about Eomer's execution. He would never plot against you. Can you not see he is the most loyal of men here?" her voice was pleading, as her eyes begged.

But the King said nothing. He didn't even look at her, as if she wasn't even there.

"I am afraid, that his decision is final," Grima spoke instead and moved to sit next to the White Lady.

Oh how he wanted her… to feel her lips on his, her soft skin, her golden hair… And now, he just might be able to.

As tears rolled down her cheeks, she closed her eyes. First her cousin and now her brother… She has already lost so much of her family…

Without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room, as Grima looked at her, eyes showing lust.

He sat there, back to the wall, hands on his knees and head hung. His hands were red from gripping the metal in hopes to escape. But it was all for naught. There was no escaping from this prison or his death.

A minute later, he heard voices. Two males, he recognized as the guards at the doors to the dungeon and the third one was female. His eyes opened slightly as his head rose. It was Eowyn, no doubt about it. But why has she come? Did she think she can change what is to come?

They seem to be bickering, whether to allow her entrance or not. He didn't know what she said to the guards, but for a few seconds there was silence, and then squeaking as the wooden door opened.

Through it walked in Eowyn, eyes red and visible lines of tears on her cheeks. Eomer quickly got to his feet to greet his sister as best he could with the gratings between them.

"Eowyn! You should not be here!" the brother said, yet there was happiness in his voice when their hands met.

"I had to come!" she answered and tried to smile as more tears dropped.

The elder sibling moved one of his hands to her face and wiped away the liquid, smiling as he said: "It is good to see you… To know you are alright…" he said barely above a whisper.

"You will see me again. When you are freed from this cage," she sniffed.

"What do you mean? I have been sentenced. There is nothing you can do to stop that…" he looked in confusion.

"I do not believe that… I will get you out of here. I promise. Somehow, someway," she took ahold of his arms as he looked in shock and disbelieve. She slowly put them away and took a step back.

"I will see you soon, brother," she smiled one last time, before turning around and exiting the dungeons.

"Eowyn!" he called for her, but the door closed and silence hung over him. A few more seconds he stood there, unmoving, before sitting back to the way he was before. His eyes closed as he clenched his jaw to keep from screaming.

He knew she would do anything for him, but he feared how far she would go. He feared of what Grima would want in exchange. For he knew, that there was only one thing Wormtongue desired more than his head…

Eowyn walked quickly into the throne room once more, head high as she showed no signs of weakness. Only one of the two of the males in the room looked at her as he bowed before the King.

"I have told you… There is nothing that can be done to save your brother," the advisor stepped forward, thinking he knew why she came.

She looked at him; jaw locked and didn't dare to breath. She knew that it was Grima who held control. It was him she had to convince.

"I beg of you my Lord… Release him… There is anything I would do for him…"

"And what can you offer?" his eyes opened wide as he shook with anticipation. Was this it?

"If you release him, my Lord… I shall become your wife," she bowed to the pale male, as he tried to hide his pleasure and smile.

To be continue in Surrendering Plea part 2