The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Rohirrim princess - Part 3 - Grima x Saruman x Reader

The procession to the last resting place of Théodred was a solemn one. Only the sounds of soft crying from the people that lined the way, filling the air, as the body of the prince was carried to the tombs.

Théodred was dressed in his finest armour; his sword placed between his hands. Éowyn's lament for her cousin reaching the ears of all; a chilled wind blowing across the mark, as the male heir to the kingdom of Rohan, was slowly, reverently moved into his tomb.......

"Bealocwealm hafað fréone frecan forth onsended

giedd sculon singan gléomenn sorgiende

on Meduselde thæt he ma no wære

his dryhtne dyrest and maga deorost................"

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"Simbelmynë......." Théoden began, as he let the white flower fall from his hands to join all the others that lay amongst the grass.

"Ever has it grown on the tomb of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son." The king continued, as he turned his attention to Gandalf.

"Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house. My son dead........my daughter............"

"Théodred's death was not of your making............And (Y/n)........" Gandalf tried to assure as his hands gripped his staff a little tighter.

"No parent should have to bury their child. My son is now with my ancestors and whatever Grima; whatever Saruman has planned for (Y/n), she may as well be dead too........" Théoden lamented, the king finally allowing the unshed tears to come to his eyes. The thought of losing not just one, but both of his beloved children, more than he could take. Gandalf only able to watch, as Théoden dropped to his knees and began to sob.

"He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers. And (Y/n) is just as strong. I believe that Wormtongue has taken her to Isengard; that Saruman has plans for your daughter; plans that will mean that she is kept alive and left unharmed. Grieve not for those that are not yet dead, Théoden King, your line has far from ended. Your child will be returned to you. The line of Théoden will live on." The wizard continued, as he watched the grieving father.

"Westu hál. Ferðu, Théodred, Ferðu." Gandalf added, before turning to make his way up the path. His brows furrowing, as he saw a horse suddenly appear over the ridge, with two small figures sat atop it.

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The orcs had paid no attention to him, as he pushed the horse through the ash and smoke of Isengard. Grima laying (Y/n)'s body on the stone table, as he made his way into Orthanc. He had held her to him since they had begun their ride from Edoras. It the closest to the princess that he had ever been, as they had moved across the mark, to Isengard. The scent of her filling his sense as the wind blew her hair over his shoulder.

The princess was the most beautiful woman that Grima had ever seen, and he had wanted her for so long, that when the wizard had offered her to him; offered to make it so that it would no longer be he who was envious of Théodred, of Éomer; that the prince and marshal would be the ones to bow to him, that Wormtongue had agreed to betray his king. Had allowed himself to be corrupted by Saruman. But now, he cared not that he had had to leave Edoras, only that he had his princess with him. That whether he had been under the control of the wizard, or not, Théoden had still offered (Y/n) to him as his wife, and Grima had every intention of making her just that.

"You brought her.........good......" A cold voice came. Grima turning to see the white wizard making his way over to him. Saruman coming to stand over the Rohirrim princess.

She was an exquisite creature, there was no denying it. Even under his enchanted sleep, it was obvious that she was every inch the princess. That she had the blood of great kings, flowing through her veins. And that was perhaps why the dark lord wanted her, why he had plans for her. The wizard aware that his lord did not want her sullied by Wormtongue or anyone else. That she was to stay safe and unharmed; then, when Saruman's army of Uruk-hai had destroyed Théoden and brought the Rohirrim to their knees, a new dark queen would sit upon the throne of the horse kings. A dark queen that would aid them to bring down those that would dare to stand against them in Gondor. A queen that would be there to stand by Sauron's side and help bring in a new age. A dark age that would see the offspring of Sauron, rule over Middle-Earth, for thousands and thousands of years to come.

"Gandalf the white. Gandalf the fool! Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety............?" Saruman continued, as he turned his attention for the woman. New anger welling inside him that his previous plans for Rohan, had failed.

"There were three who followed the wizard; an elf, a dwarf and a man........."

"You stink of horse........." Saruman interrupted the snivelling Grima, as he came up behind him.

"The man.......was he from Gondor.........?"

"No.......from the north........." Grima replied, as he wiped some of the blood from his lip.

"One of the Dúnedain Rangers, I thought he was. His cloth was poor; and yet.........he bore a strange ring, two serpents with emerald eyes. One devouring, the other crowned with golden flowers........"

"The Ring of Barahir. So, Gandalf Greyhame thinks he has found Isildur's heir; the lost King of Gondor........He is a fool. The line was broken years ago. It matters not, the world of men shall fall, and your princess will help us with that........" Saruman interrupted, before turning to look back at Grima.

"Take her to the room, then we will speak of Théoden. The king plans to dig himself into Helm's Deep, like a tick on a dog. To trust that the fortifications will save him and his people. But we will prove him wrong......." The wizard continued, before making his way out of the room. Grima simply nodding then moving back to the princess' side and taking her into his arms.