Character: Grima Worntongue
Disclaimer: Tolkien painted complex masterpieces in rich oil-paints; Kortirion draws moustaches with highlighter.
‘They treat me like dirt beneath their feet, these lordly warriors.’
Bitter resentment showed clearly in that pale face ...but few cared to look, and those that troubled, looked away swiftly. It was not a handsome face. There was slyness and closed, secretive looks, even when those thin lips smiled.
He bent to serve the golden-haired riders; one stuck a foot out and he fell, sprawling full-length in the dirt, scattering the cups he carried. They laughed.
"Heh, young Grima’s found his place - in the dirt like a worm!"
He fled back to the kitchens...
‘Someday. I’ll show them!’