Author: Raven
Character: Grima Wormtongue
Rating: G
Chapters complete: Vignette


*~*Wormtongue Vignette*~*
        There was a chill to the night air, something sharp that cut to the bone. Grima pulled his
 legs closer to his thin frame, shivering on the steps of Orthanc. If any man or mindful beast had 
been about on that black eve, they would have seen a creature of abject misery. Sniveling and snarling,
muttering to himself through tears that could not help but fall, he whimpered and gazed upwards, silently 
cursing the stars. This wasn't at all what he wanted, what was supposed to happen. Theoden had regained
 his strength, and what's worse now had his wits full about him. He had failed. Even more woeful, the 
King had spurned him, revealed his guise to all who were under his spell, and ousted him. Sent him away.
        Sent me away, Grima thought. To where? To Him? Who else could he turn to? Who else would take
 him in? No one. He knew that well enough. A harsh, bitter laugh escaped his throat, resounding across 
the featureless landscape like a raven's cry. 
        But things had changed. No longer simply a pawn in this game, his role had shifted into 
something more. He clutched a sodden handkerchief, the only reminder of from whence he came. Aye, 
truly he was entangled in it, in ALL of it now. For what purpose or design he did not know. A distant
 rumble of thunder rolled overhead, and the first icy raindrops began to fall. Wrapping his mud-stained
 cloak ever tighter about himself, realization gnawed at him deep inside. He was enslaved now, he was His, 
and come death or hideous glory there was no escape. Not this time. 


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