May 15, 2020
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 hold the power. He’s a tool I wield to rule behind the throne. My final reward will atone For all the insults thrown at me By these boors of the Mark, that be Mine enemies. They Wormtongue name...
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