Redeemed Souls

[runshak]

The door of the throneroom opens, and an Half-Elf enters to ask council of Theoden king. As he sits upon his throne, he looks at the champion of justice.
Her golden armor shows dirthy spot and she i wounded almost everywhere, though not lifetreathening.

"Hail Theoden, king of Rohan, master of horses. I came her with a special reason. Ive been at the Fangorn forest where i met an Mordorian Troll, equipped in leather armor. I distrusted him but he showed a beastial rage when i even called Saurons name. I said he could earn my trust and he is near to it. We encountered a gaint tree, unhappy about our precense there and he was after the Troll, name Scre..something else.

I told him to come outside Edoras, and i ask you, with the purity of my hearth. If your man see him, please let him be unharmed."

With her last word, she kneels down before the king.

[eowyn]

Eowyn had silently entered her uncle's throne room, and she looked with interest at the elvish creature would had recently entered. She was injured, and Eowyn immediately felt pangs of jealousy. This woman was a traveler. She had seen the world and was not locked up in some hall, spending her days hiding behind a lie so that her people would not see her malcontent in these increasingly troubled times. Eowyn felt as if her strength was just being drained out of her, that everyday she was kept behind wall she aged a year.

What was this the elf was talking about? A troll? Eowyn inched closer to the visitor, desperate to hear more.

[runshak]

Eressa saw the person walking trough the halls of the king from the corner of her eye. She was a beatyfull lady, dressed in a way almost as lovely she was.

She rised on her feet and faced the lady. With a glance of helplessness and despair in her eyes, she bowed before the woman.

"Hail, i am Eressa, servant of Good. You must help me. My....friend is in dire need of a save haven for he dont have a home, and is hunted everywhere he shows his face. He was fighting a tree in Fangorn Forest when i told him to come here. Please grant him the safety he deserves..please."

[Grima Wormtongue]

ooc| Powerplaying Theoden for now, since we've no one to play him and he's in Grima's power at this point anyway...

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King Theoden slouched forward in his throne, his dull, glazed eyes taking in little of the room as he blankly watched the girl. Her words reached his ears, but he barely seemed to respond. For several moments, Theoden did nothing, then he turned his head slightly as a now-familiar shadow moved behind the throne.

..."We encountered a gaint tree, unhappy about our presense there and he was after the Troll, name Scre... Something else.
I told him to come outside Edoras, and I ask you, with the purity of my heart. If your men see him, please let him be unharmed."..."Please grant him the safety he deserves... Please."

Grima had apparently been lurking somewhere behind the throne, possibly in the alcove to the right, for it was scarcely a moment before he seemed to swoop down upon the king, one pale, cold hand resting on the top of the throne as though he owned it. The light eyes of the counsellor, appearing almost silvery in the light from the still-open door, took in the room quickly, settling on Eowyn for a second longer.

Grima turned his head towards the visitor, a vague smirk crossing his face as his eyes remained on the king's niece. A moment later, they darted to the left, landing on the newcomer. He examined her face, the pointed ears being of particular interest to him. He had not seen elves here before, scarcely seen an elf at all for that matter, and he took a moment to examine her from head to toe before kneeling down next to the throne.

Stringy black hair lay across his face, partially obscuring him from view as he whispered in King Theoden's ear, one land laid gently on the formerly strong man's forearm. He hissed softly to the king through the man's own curtain of grey hair, and then turned his attention towards the woman again, his eyes flickering once towards Eowyn again.

The last thing that Grima needed at the moment was for some troll to come blundering about here. The beast, even if its intentions were good and it was decently intelligent, was bound to tell things that Grima wanted no one to know right now. It was better to have the troll driven off. Still though, Grima was curious to know more about both the visitor and her 'friend', so he spoke through Theoden.

The king opened his mouth, taking a slightly rattling breath before speaking. "What has the troll done to gain your trust... Or mine?" Theoden asked, reciting the words that Grima had spoken into his ear almost exactly. Grima, meanwhile, looked from the wounded woman to Eowyn, though for once most of his attention remained on the newcomer.

[runshak]

Eressa didnt notice the human behind the throne, and when he crawled into her sight, she could feel a cold shiver running across her body. when the cold dissapeared, Eressa watched the man carefully. Dressed in black clothing, with dark hair and...somewhat strange eyes that didnt fit in the rest of the picture.

When Grima spoke to the king, she wondered why the king hasnt said anything yet. Was he paralyzed? Maybe she was even talking to a dead person, controlled like a puppet, grima holding the strings. His skin seemed old, and didnt have much of color in it.

''Where is he looking at? Maybe he dont trust me. I dont even know who he is and what his role is in the throneroom. He seems the counciler of Theoden King

When the king spoke to her, she waited a few seconds, thinking about Screwda. Her answer wasnt directed at the king, but ment for Grima, who was standing next to the ruler of Rohan.

''He saved my life from the horrors of Fangorn. As i already said, he was fled from the land of Mordor, and i trust him when he said he had good meanings. I gave him hope by not treathening him as everyone else did and for that, he was thankfull,and he will keep his word. Grant him the safety, grant him a home, and he will be a servant of our cause.''

She took a short rest. looking to the exprensions on Grimas face. She didnt see any differences, so she continued.

''I told him to come here, and he will be on his way by now. give him his welcome. As a champion of good, i will take the full responsebilety of him.''

[eowyn]

Eowyn instinctively took a few steps backward every time Grima's eyes flew to her. She had not said or done anything; the adviser had no legitimate cause to glance her way. However, Eowyn knew that Grima truly did not need a cause. She clenched her jaw and fists and set her gaze to Rohan's visitor, determined to ignore Grima's wandering eyes.

She felt sick as she heard the king speak. This was not her uncle. This man was some possessed, poison old man. Eowyn felt her blood begin to heat. She should not have come here. Every day she told herself that she would confine herself to her rooms or to long walks outside, but her love for Theoden commanded her to lurk near his shell.

She pitied this woman of some sort of elvish descent because Eowyn knew that Rohan, or rather Grima, would never willing aid someone with out any assurance of self-gain. It was tragic to think that her beloved home had come to this. There was nothing she could do, though, as of now to help the visitor, so Eowyn stood in place waiting for Grima's next words to come from the king's mouth.

[Grima Wormtongue]

Grima's eyes strayed slowly in Eowyn's general direction once again, but this time those silvery eyes didn't quite stop on her before they returned to the visitor. She seemed thoughtful, possibly even confused. Apparently, the elf didn't know who he was. He was both disappointed and slightly glad about this, but his thoughts didn't remain on that for more than a moment or two.

The pause was, in fact, rather lengthy, and Grima made his way to his feet again, absently brushing a nonexistant fleck of dust off the front of his black robes. The elf didn't seem to know what to say or what to think of him. When she did speak, her words were not directed towards King Theoden, but towards Grima himself. It was rather surprising, actually. Most visitors(those few who came nowadays) ignored Grima as much as they possibly could and tried to get the king to respond in his own words. It was a hopeless effort of course, but because of that Grima was unused to being addressed directly.

It didn't quite throw him off, but it was curious nonetheless. Perhaps she had not been in the area for long... She did not have the look of a Mirkwood elf, which lived nearest to Rohan, but then again, Grima knew little about elves other than their histories, and even only the more famous parts of those. As the silence stretched on, Grima's eyes strayed down to Theoden's withered hand, clutching at the throne weakly as though he was afraid Grima might toss him out of his seat onto the ground. When the elf spoke, Grima's eyes darted upwards. His head followed, and he peered at her almost sideways around a few strands of black hair that always seemed to dangle in his face.

''He saved my life from the horrors of Fangorn. As I already said, he was fled from the land of Mordor, and I trust him when he said he had good meanings. I gave him hope by not threatening him as everyone else did and for that, he was thankful, and he will keep his word. Grant him the safety, grant him a home, and he will be a servant of our cause.''

Grima pondered for a moment whether to reply directly to her or not. He lifted a hand to push the stringy lock of hair away from his face, but had not made a decision on how to reply before she spoke again.

''I told him to come here, and he will be on his way by now. Give him his welcome. As a champion of good, I will take the full responsibility of him.''

So she told the troll to enter Rohan already. This was not good. Grima's half smirk had faded away, and a very slight frown played at the corners of his mouth as his eyebrows drew together just slightly. He had his own doubts about the trolls true allegiance, but those didn't matter. Saruman surely would have told him if there was a troll coming to Rohan. Since the troll could mean nothing but bad tidings for Grima, he would have to send the beast away, and preferably its elf friend as well. An elf and a troll together... The thought made the corner of Grima's mouth twitch.

It took Grima scarcely a moment to come up with a way to get rid of them both. Since the thing was a troll, even the eored would probably be willing to go after it if Grima hid the fact that it was allied with an elf. Perhaps Eomer would even die in the attempt. No, sending the eored would look too suspicious. Still, it was not difficult for Grima to come up with a plan on the fly.

He slowly circled the throne where King Theoden sat. The king began to say something, but Grima stepped around to the other side of the throne and spoke quietly to the frail man, his hair once again having fallen into his face as he swept around the throne. Theoden seemed defiant at first, and his voice started to rise in volume slightly. Grima glanced at the guards by the door, who were looking vaguely hopeful, then at Eowyn and Eressa before returning his gaze to Theoden and whispering quietly in a hissing voice to him. The king slowly backed down, leaning away from the counsellor slightly.

This quick exchange of words lasted a total of about five seconds, and Grima turned towards the elf once he was sure of Theoden's submittance. He should have liked to get the troll out of Rohan as soon as possible, preferably killed. After a moment of thought, he knelt down next to the throne again and spoke in a low voice to Theoden. The king paused, then slowly and dazedly nodded when Grima added something to the end of his previous sentence. With a satisfied smirk and a rather relieved feeling, Grima stood up again and stepped away from the throne a bit(but not too close to the elf).

"Elf, King Theoden does not believe that either this troll or you have pure intentions." he began in a relatively quiet voice, his eyes flicking towards the back of the room briefly to light on the guards for an instant. They returned to the elf a moment later as Grima folded his hands across the front of his black robe. "The fact that you have already brought the beast into the Mark adds evidence to this. To prevent any further invasions, you shall remain here in Edoras until further notice." His obvious implication was that she would be imprisoned.

Again, Grima's eyes flickered over to the guards, who looked reluctant. Grima cared little though. They would obey Theoden's word, whether it came out through his counsellor's mouth or his own. It was too bad that he would have to hurry for the time being. He would have liked to learn a bit more about the elf, and she would probably not be in much of a mood to talk with him once she was behind bars.

Grima knew he was stretching the definition of an invasion rather far by this, but so long as King Theoden could be persuaded to agree with him, then it hardly mattered what anyone else thought. Briefly, Grima felt a twinge of guilt for this, but he mentally brushed it away and turned his gaze pointedly towards the guards, who reluctantly approached the kneeling elf and reached out to take one of her arms each.

[runshak]

Eressa stared hopelessly to Grima, only for a few seconds, after which she turned her face to Eowyn, calling for help without any words. Her face told enough to understand her. It could not be, King Theoden doubted her, Champion of Good, Martyr of Gondor, Defender of Middle-Earth.

She guards stepped closer toward her to lock her inside the capitalcity of Rohan, ruled by King Theoden, or so is said officially. In fact, it was his councillor, who could do anything he liked by manipulating the King to do what he says. Erressa knew nothing of this information since she wasnt here often, it had be a long time.

When the guards were a few meters behind her, she instantly drew her sword out her scabbard, still kneeling. she readies her shield.
"No-one takes the freedom of Eressa Melwassul, keep those mindslaves away from me, for i will harm hem if i must. King Theoden, you must know who i am! how could you say my intensions arent pure?"

Her face changed with a violent, vengefull expression. She could not stand her that someone doubdet about her, and took her freedom away, leaving her friend to death. She had to find him, and look for another place where he could reside.

[ara]

~OOC: Hope you guys don't mind me joining!~

Ára was on one of her daily rides exercising the horses when she saw a young woman storming out of the back door of Theoden's Golden Hall. She wore golden armor, and had wounds on her arms and legs, and had a distressed look on her face.

I wonder who she is,Ára thought, Her features look Elven. Should I help her? She looks very upset, and someone has obviously thrown her out of the castle...probably Grima. If she has hatred toward that monster, than I may be able to count her as an ally.

Ára decided to approach the stranger, and called out,

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

The woman turned around, and Ára urged the horse forward, but it snorted and pranced as if it smelled something on her. She murmurred soothingly to it, and finally got it to move close enough to the other woman.

"I am Ára of Edoras. You seem distressed. Is there anything that I can aid you with?"