5. Empty Promises
Now he was nothing more than a beggar. No. Worse. He was the beggar's slave; hated, cursed, kicked.
Wormtongue, they called him once - now they called him worse. But Grima, son of Galdor, would have no more of it.
He rose from the dust of the Shire road, summoned his hatred and slew the fallen wizard - and welcomed hobbit arrows that set matters aright at last.
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