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Storm Ch. 7I awoke the next morning from a hazy dream, one that left me weak and warm and languid in my furs. But as soon as my eyes opened, the dream was gone, every moment of it. The images that had burned so clearly in my mind’s eye were faded wisps, fingers and words and a warmth I clung to but could not place. Groggily I threw aside the furs and stepped onto the floor, gasping sharply at the cold stone against my feet. The cold cleared my head, and the final images that remained from the dream were gone.Storm Ch. 7
I noted that Gríma had left me several gowns from the wondrous wardrobe. I was unsurprised when I noticed the dark blue one
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Storm Chapter 6Angaran did not seem much better when I went to see him. He was feverish still, his furs kicked to the end of his bed. I covered him many times as I sat by his side, but he only thrust the covers away again, too warm to sleep with them.Storm Chapter 6
I sang to him a little, and talked to him as I sat on the floor beside him. I told him about Faramir’s search, and what had been happening in Gondor since he had been gone. I mentioned Aragorn’s son, and even talked of my own hopes for a child. I thought I heard Gríma moving about a few times, but every time I called out to ask if he’d returned there was only silence. &nb
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BloodHistorical Note:Blood
Pressed among Mercer’s things in his commonplace book is the edict referenced in this tale, as well as a recording of the unfortunate death of the carriage driver. Apparently the young lady Mercer speaks of here was his sister, who committed a crime that Mercer believed so heinous that she was rewarded with death: she betrayed Beckett.
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The edict, its seal broken, was shoved into the back corner of Mercer’s desk, where he could try to forget about it. In front of it lay the pistol he’d carried, the one he had held up to her forehead as his hand shook and his stomach roile
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Storm Chapter 5I slept long and heavily that night. Once I was certain that Gríma had left me truly alone I crawled into the bed and fell almost immediately asleep. The night, and my arguments with Gríma, had left me exhausted; and though I slept long, I still felt weary when I dragged myself from the bed the next morning.Storm Chapter 5
The room was empty when I finally was awake enough to study it – Gríma, it seemed, was keeping true to his word not to disturb me. But as I looked about the room I noticed a white gown draped over a chair – something I was certain had not been present last night. Frowning, I stormed across the room to
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The author of the aforementioned fic said that she thought Grima was wearing a ring on one of his fingers, but the scene and cap she pointed out looked to me like the ring of fabric wrapped around his middle finger that brings his sleeves to a point, rather than an actual ring.
Still, it is an intriguing thought, isn't it?
Have you noticed all the surprisingly positive references to Grima in TTT? There's a section when they're marching to Helm's Deep where Grima has an unknown supporter, and a section where Theoden says he wishes Grima and Gandalf were both there to advise him. Those sections make me ridiculously happy, and they're not even that important. XD
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"Who are you anyway?"
"I'm glad you asked. I'm your worst nightmare."
Also, my cousin Russ has a new ferret, a spunky little blonde female, and after seeing her in action, I suggested a name for her: Eowyn (his other ferrets are named Frida, Faramir, and Boromir). She's already established herself as alpha female, just like her namesake XD Now all he needs to do is get a sable one named Grima....*smirks*
And btw, have you read this fic? It combines LoTR and Discworld with pure hilarity:
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Haha, that's awesome! Sounds like she's taking after her namesake nicely.
I haven't read the fic, but I'm going to now! XD Thanks for the link.
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