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I'm beginning this poetry set for TTT with snapshots of how events were wending along in Rohan, the next stop for (some of) our main characters. Grima Wormtongue (i.e. tongue of smooth deception rather than tongue of worm) is to me a fascinating figure, the corrupted and downfallen nobility that could have been so much more if he had only not turned aside to darkness to meet his personal obsessions. Still, Eowyn had it right when she called him a snake.
With it is a sketch of Eomer in his despairing over the his people and the encroaching corruption and violence he could not seem to hold back.
Wormtongue
( Soothing as softly perfumed oils...a dragon's cunning )
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Do Not Trust to Hope
( Too commonplace has death become...do not seek reassurance from me )
