Gríma WormtongueGríma Wormtongue
My words enchain the feebled mind Of Théoden. Each day I find Dark counsels to promote despair. Creeping old age makes the King fare Much worse. Doting, decrepit fool! I
My words enchain the feebled mind Of Théoden. Each day I find Dark counsels to promote despair. Creeping old age makes the King fare Much worse. Doting, decrepit fool! I