Grìma Wormtongue is on his hands and knees like the cockroach he is. Gloomy villagers have begun to gather around, enlightened by the sight of their golden king and curious of the company he brings. A dwarf, and elf, a wizard, a man, and a girl. Such strange company.
"My lord," Grìma cowers, shielding the daylight from his pasty, sicken face. He disgusts me. "I have only ever served you."
"Your leechcraft would have me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Théoden growls, drawing his sword from his side.
"Send me not from your side!" Gríma pleads. More peolple gather around to watch the execution. I don't know why anyone would want to watch something like this, regardless of the person sentenced. Why do people find entertainment in something so bloody and grizzly? Théoden raises his sword, and I turn away into Legolas's chest, shutting my eyes tightly. I wait for the squishing sound of blade meeting flesh...
It never comes.
"No my lord!" I turn around to watch as Aragorn's hand connects with Théoden's arm, stopping his sword. "Enough blood has been spilt on his account." The King shares a look with Aragorn, and then steps back, sheathing his sword. I let out a sigh of relief.
Aragorn holds out his hand for Gríma to take, but the worm spits in it ungraciously. He gets up by himself, and we all turn around to move on. There's nothing anyone can do to help this poisoned man.
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