Worlds Collide 2 : A LOTR/GOT Crossover. The Two Towers.

Chapter 9: Purging Edoras.

Riding across the plains of Rohan, Gandalf, Jon, Sansa, Aragorn, The Hound, Legolas, and Gimli finally stopped to look at Edoras in front of them. Though it looked more like a town on a Hill than a City. 

"Why are we stopping here?" Sansa asked. "How far is it to Edoras?" 

"Sansa. This is Edoras." Aragorn answered. 

Sansa looked back at Edoras on the top of the Hill. "This is it?" She asked completely taken aback. She had half expected to see a Magnificent Keep with many walls and many people like the one in King's Landing, or even like her home back in Winterfell, even The Twins had a very big Keep. As did Riverrun. Or like the Castle of Dorne. It didn't look like a city to her.

"Huh. I never thought the King of Rohan's domain would be this... quaint." Jon commented.

"I like this place better than King's Landing." The Hound said. "You can't smell the stench of filth from five miles away." 

"If you wish to see the cities that are more like the ones from your home, I suggest you stop by the Kingdom of Gondor and look by Minas Tirith." Gandalf suggested.

"Sorry. I mean no offense." Sansa apologized. 

"Oh, it's quite alright, Sansa." Gandalf assured. "This is Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan. Whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Théoden is now very strong." He explained. 

"But we're coming to help him, right?" Jon asked.

"Indeed we are." Gandalf answered. "Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here." 

"I'm good at keeping my mouth shut." The Hound assured. 

"Oh, don't worry. We're kind of use to not warm welcomes." Jon said. 

Sansa agreed with that. "Well... can't be any worse than the company I had in King's Landing. Let's go." 

And they all rode up to the City. 

Inside the main Hall. Eowyn had informed her Uncle the bad news. That Theodred was dead. Having died from his wounds. Now Eowyn was kneeling in front of Théoden holding his hand.

"My Lord, your son. He is dead." Eowyn said. 

Théoden barely reacted. "My Lord?" Eowyn asked. "Uncle? Will you not go to him? Will you do nothing?" She asked again realizing the answer. 

She left her Uncle to go see the dead Theodred and was kneeling and crying at his bedside. 

Unbeknownst to her, Grima Wormtongue was standing by the door watching the scene. "Oh, he must have died sometime in the night." He said. "What a tragedy for the king, to lose his only son and heir." He then saw on the bed and put a hand on her shoulder. "I understand. His passing is hard to accept. Especially now that your brother has deserted you." 

"Leave me alone, snake!" Eowyn cried jumping up. 

"Oh, but you are alone." Wormtongue replied. He got up and walked toward Eowyn. "Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night. When all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in." He put a hand to her cheek and it made Eowyn squirm.

"So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring, still slinging to winter's chill." Wormtongue added.

Eowyn stared at him for a moment. But before this: "Your words are poison." She hissed.

Eowyn ran out of the room to the outside of the Golden Hall. The Wind howling overhead. Rohan was falling apart at the seems. Tearing itself from within like a parasite destroying its host. And then she saw 5 Horses riding out to Edoras.