Gondor Knight of Narnia
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Sean caught up with Amera. "It's not over yet..." He said with a hint of malice in his voice.
Sean led Amera to a tall rock not far from the city used as a lookout. It was abandoned and she was seated at the top. “Watch the city.” Sean told her, and rode off. He dissappeared.
Several hours later the walls of Edoras were eclipsed by a looming shadow. A Rohirrim looked up, and his eyes bulged in fear. A huge emerald-green dragon swooped low overhead and flew right over the walls of the city. Cries rose up “DRAGON!!” “TO ARMS!!” The alarm bells rang and panic ensued. The dragon hovered and flapped his wings slowly before landing just outside the Golden Hall. The Rohirrim looked at him in horror. “WHERE IS GRIMA WORMTONGUE?” The dragon boomed. Everyone outside the hall pointed to Grima, who was in the bottom of the steps. His eyes widened when he saw the dragon look at him. His face twisted into a look that said “Mommy...” Grima stood still a moment...then took off running down the main street. The dragon gave a roar and waddled after him with surprising speed. “WUAA-HAAAAAAAGGH!!” Grima screamed as the dragon gained on him. “SPARE ME!!” He wailed, and ran through a narrower part of the street. A loud “CRUNCH!!” was heard, and Grima turned round to see him stuck in the street between two rows of buildings. An insipid smile curled around his face and Grima approached him, being sure to stay well out of reach of his jaws. “Foolish dragon, did you think you could outwit Grima Wormtongue. Go home and eat some dwarves.”
Grima regretted those words when the dragon stretched out his neck and snapped him up!!
“AAAAAAAGHHH!!” He screamed from inside the dragon’s mouth. He would have kept him there too, if he hadn’t tasted Grima’s poison dagger. He super-heated the internal temperature of his mouth to a balmy 150 degrees. Grima began to swoon. “I can make it four times hotter if you want.” The dragon muttered. “HAVE MERCY ON ME!” Shouted Grima from inside his mouth. he felt his poison melt into uselessness. He couldn’t help but laugh at Grima’s begging. It started with a mocking laugh but soon bloomed into full-blown dragon laughter that echoed across the city. “AHAHAHA-GULP!” his eyes widened. HE’D SWALLOWED GRIMA!!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” Screamed Grima at the top of his lungs from inside the dragon. The dragon didn’t know whether to cough or to laugh so he did both. Soon the fit made his whole body shudder violently. He lost his equilibrium trying not to step on a building and found no footing. He began to tip and fell over with a thunderous “BOOOOOMMMM!!!” that shook the city. “EEEHAAAAA! I’m STUCK.” whined Grima. The dragon convulsed his head forwards trying to cough him out, but to no avail. So he rolled over and up righted himself with another thunderous “BOOOMMMMM!!” that shook the city. “AAAAAGHH!!” Shouted Grima. “GWUEEEEK! LET GO OF MY WINDPIPE!!” squeaked the dragon. “I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!” cried Grima from within his bowels. The dragon started to laugh again. He tried his best to cough Grima up and soon had a violent coughing fit. A loud “SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” “SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” Echoed through the city. It sounded like a parakeet sneezing. “AHAAAAAA!! HELP!” Grima bawled. The dragon tried with all his might to cough Wormtongue up, but the results were the same. Grima moaned from withing his belly. “SPARE ME OH TREMENDOUS DRAGON!!”
“TREMENDOUS?!” The dragon squeaked. He was a very LARGE dragon, especially around the waist, and was a bit sensitive about it. “I AM NOT FAT!!” He squeaked indignantly. “IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU MADE THE STREETS TOO SMALL!” Noone quite knew what to do. The Rohirrim weren’t crazy enough to attack him, and noone dared step inside the dragon’s mouth to pull Grima out.
Eowyn had seen the whole thing and was now holding onto a pillar outside the Golden Hall laughing uncontrollably. Grima must have stepped on something vital because the dragon broke out into a gallop-if you could call it that...it was more like a stretched waddle-sprint. He ran down the hill and jammed his snout straight into the gate-which for some reason was open. “GWUAAAAAGHH!” Shouted Grima.
“I’M STUCK” he grunted. Grima began to moan in his belly. The dragon swished his tail irritatedly and wriggled and squirmed, but he couldn’t get his nose out of the gate.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” He grunted at Grima. Eowyn laughed all the more. “Don’t you ever bathe? You taste like old rawhide.”
“Don’t you ever clean out your stomach?” Grima shouted back. “IT’S WORST THAN A SEWER!”
“That fur coat your wearing will do nicely, start scrubbing!” The dragon coughed and laughed and snorted but nothing would budge either his nose or the wailing Grima. Eowyn’s sides now hurt and she could barely breath.Then...SHE SNORTED. The dragon's ear perked up when he heard it. “YOU SNORTED!” He shouted, and began to laugh. His body shook violently and he burst into thunderous dragon laughed. “WHAT TORMENT HAVE YOU BROUGHT ON ME, FOUL ELVES!?” Lamented Grima as the dragon's stomach quaked. Grima of course blamed Galadriel for this. The dragon laughed so hard his own innards began to hurt. Grima thought he’d surely die from the shaking. Then something welled up inside him...
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!” echoed throughout the city. Grima went flying out of the gates like a rocket. The belch also dislodged His nose.
Eowyn fell over laughing
The dragon's head rose above the gate as he got up. A Rohirrim screamed and covered his face with his arms as he cowered. “DON’T EAT ME!” He begged.
“No no, I don’t eat humans.” The dragon re-assured him. The Rohirrim opened one eye.
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
The dragon waddled up the hill and approached Eowyn. Tears were streaming down her face and she was red from laughing so hard. Something told her she shouldn’t laugh at a dragon, but she couldn’t stop. She knew she was going to die as the dragon stuck his mouth closer and closer...but instead he puckered his lips and GAVE EOWYN A DRAGON KISS!!
A loud “SMMMMMMACCKKKK!!” echoed across Edoras...Eowyn turned even redder. The Rohirrim were stunned...Some swear they saw the dragon blushing as he flew off.
Later: When The fellowship would arrive at Edoras much easier than they would have if not for the actions of Sean.
They had no problem with Grima or his goons, for they were sorely beaten beforehand. As for Grima, he was probably stuck to the side of a mountain... After Theoden’s deliverance Grima would have limped back home to Isengard, not sure whether to fear the wrath of Saruman or the dragon. “Well done Worm.” Saruman would have praised him. “You will have your share of the treasure AND Eowyn.” “What of the dragon?” Grima whimpered. “We will have our revenge.” Saruman said, his left eyebrow raised and face in a typical Saruman suave unsmile.
Sean led Amera to a tall rock not far from the city used as a lookout. It was abandoned and she was seated at the top. “Watch the city.” Sean told her, and rode off. He dissappeared.
Several hours later the walls of Edoras were eclipsed by a looming shadow. A Rohirrim looked up, and his eyes bulged in fear. A huge emerald-green dragon swooped low overhead and flew right over the walls of the city. Cries rose up “DRAGON!!” “TO ARMS!!” The alarm bells rang and panic ensued. The dragon hovered and flapped his wings slowly before landing just outside the Golden Hall. The Rohirrim looked at him in horror. “WHERE IS GRIMA WORMTONGUE?” The dragon boomed. Everyone outside the hall pointed to Grima, who was in the bottom of the steps. His eyes widened when he saw the dragon look at him. His face twisted into a look that said “Mommy...” Grima stood still a moment...then took off running down the main street. The dragon gave a roar and waddled after him with surprising speed. “WUAA-HAAAAAAAGGH!!” Grima screamed as the dragon gained on him. “SPARE ME!!” He wailed, and ran through a narrower part of the street. A loud “CRUNCH!!” was heard, and Grima turned round to see him stuck in the street between two rows of buildings. An insipid smile curled around his face and Grima approached him, being sure to stay well out of reach of his jaws. “Foolish dragon, did you think you could outwit Grima Wormtongue. Go home and eat some dwarves.”
Grima regretted those words when the dragon stretched out his neck and snapped him up!!
“AAAAAAAGHHH!!” He screamed from inside the dragon’s mouth. He would have kept him there too, if he hadn’t tasted Grima’s poison dagger. He super-heated the internal temperature of his mouth to a balmy 150 degrees. Grima began to swoon. “I can make it four times hotter if you want.” The dragon muttered. “HAVE MERCY ON ME!” Shouted Grima from inside his mouth. he felt his poison melt into uselessness. He couldn’t help but laugh at Grima’s begging. It started with a mocking laugh but soon bloomed into full-blown dragon laughter that echoed across the city. “AHAHAHA-GULP!” his eyes widened. HE’D SWALLOWED GRIMA!!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!! SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” Screamed Grima at the top of his lungs from inside the dragon. The dragon didn’t know whether to cough or to laugh so he did both. Soon the fit made his whole body shudder violently. He lost his equilibrium trying not to step on a building and found no footing. He began to tip and fell over with a thunderous “BOOOOOMMMM!!!” that shook the city. “EEEHAAAAA! I’m STUCK.” whined Grima. The dragon convulsed his head forwards trying to cough him out, but to no avail. So he rolled over and up righted himself with another thunderous “BOOOMMMMM!!” that shook the city. “AAAAAGHH!!” Shouted Grima. “GWUEEEEK! LET GO OF MY WINDPIPE!!” squeaked the dragon. “I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!” cried Grima from within his bowels. The dragon started to laugh again. He tried his best to cough Grima up and soon had a violent coughing fit. A loud “SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” “SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!” Echoed through the city. It sounded like a parakeet sneezing. “AHAAAAAA!! HELP!” Grima bawled. The dragon tried with all his might to cough Wormtongue up, but the results were the same. Grima moaned from withing his belly. “SPARE ME OH TREMENDOUS DRAGON!!”
“TREMENDOUS?!” The dragon squeaked. He was a very LARGE dragon, especially around the waist, and was a bit sensitive about it. “I AM NOT FAT!!” He squeaked indignantly. “IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU MADE THE STREETS TOO SMALL!” Noone quite knew what to do. The Rohirrim weren’t crazy enough to attack him, and noone dared step inside the dragon’s mouth to pull Grima out.
Eowyn had seen the whole thing and was now holding onto a pillar outside the Golden Hall laughing uncontrollably. Grima must have stepped on something vital because the dragon broke out into a gallop-if you could call it that...it was more like a stretched waddle-sprint. He ran down the hill and jammed his snout straight into the gate-which for some reason was open. “GWUAAAAAGHH!” Shouted Grima.
“I’M STUCK” he grunted. Grima began to moan in his belly. The dragon swished his tail irritatedly and wriggled and squirmed, but he couldn’t get his nose out of the gate.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” He grunted at Grima. Eowyn laughed all the more. “Don’t you ever bathe? You taste like old rawhide.”
“Don’t you ever clean out your stomach?” Grima shouted back. “IT’S WORST THAN A SEWER!”
“That fur coat your wearing will do nicely, start scrubbing!” The dragon coughed and laughed and snorted but nothing would budge either his nose or the wailing Grima. Eowyn’s sides now hurt and she could barely breath.Then...SHE SNORTED.
The dragon's ear perked up when he heard it. “YOU SNORTED!” He shouted, and began to laugh. His body shook violently and he burst into thunderous dragon laughed. “WHAT TORMENT HAVE YOU BROUGHT ON ME, FOUL ELVES!?” Lamented Grima as the dragon's stomach quaked. Grima of course blamed Galadriel for this. The dragon laughed so hard his own innards began to hurt. Grima thought he’d surely die from the shaking. Then something welled up inside him...“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!” echoed throughout the city. Grima went flying out of the gates like a rocket. The belch also dislodged His nose.
Eowyn fell over laughing
The dragon's head rose above the gate as he got up. A Rohirrim screamed and covered his face with his arms as he cowered. “DON’T EAT ME!” He begged.
“No no, I don’t eat humans.” The dragon re-assured him. The Rohirrim opened one eye.
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course not.”
The dragon waddled up the hill and approached Eowyn. Tears were streaming down her face and she was red from laughing so hard. Something told her she shouldn’t laugh at a dragon, but she couldn’t stop. She knew she was going to die as the dragon stuck his mouth closer and closer...but instead he puckered his lips and GAVE EOWYN A DRAGON KISS!!
A loud “SMMMMMMACCKKKK!!” echoed across Edoras...Eowyn turned even redder. The Rohirrim were stunned...Some swear they saw the dragon blushing as he flew off.
Later: When The fellowship would arrive at Edoras much easier than they would have if not for the actions of Sean.
They had no problem with Grima or his goons, for they were sorely beaten beforehand. As for Grima, he was probably stuck to the side of a mountain... After Theoden’s deliverance Grima would have limped back home to Isengard, not sure whether to fear the wrath of Saruman or the dragon. “Well done Worm.” Saruman would have praised him. “You will have your share of the treasure AND Eowyn.” “What of the dragon?” Grima whimpered. “We will have our revenge.” Saruman said, his left eyebrow raised and face in a typical Saruman suave unsmile.
Ok thanks. That actually does help alot! Ill try to post later...I have to get off now