"The Fellowship is broken. Frodo and Sam are on their way to Mordor. Boromir is dead. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are on their way to Rohan. Merry, Pippin and me have been taken captive by orcs.
While on his journey to destroy the One Ring, Frodo f...
Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli found themselves standing at the front entrance of The Golden Hall in the city of Edoras, in the realm of Rohan. There were several guards patrolling the area. Gandalf and Aragorn began to climb up the steps, with Legolas and Gimli following from behind.
When they arrived at the hall door, a tall, bearded guard, by the name of Háma, approached them.
"I cannot allow you before Théoden king so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of... Gríma Wormtongue."
Gandalf nodded and the company handed over their burdens.
"Your staff." snarled Háma.
Gandalf refused. "Oh. No, you would not part an old man from his walking stick?"
Háma was deep in thought. He gazed back at Gandalf and allowed him and the rest of the company to enter the hall. As they entered, they noticed that the interior was cold and barren.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
An old and feeble king was seated upon a golden throne. Standing beside the king, was a pale, grotesque, man. His name was Gríma Wormtongue.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"My lord." Gríma hissed into the Kings' ear. "Gandalf the Grey is coming. He is a herald of woe."
"The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King." said Gandalf, as the wizard and his party were marching towards the throne.
"He is not welcome." sneered Gríma.
"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" asked Théoden, in a sluggish voice.
Gríma stood up. "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is in ill guest."
"Be silent!" Gandalf roared. "Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm."
Gríma peered behind Gandalf's shoulder, looking over at Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. "I thought you had another companion travelling with you."
