Character: Grima Galmodsen
Source: Two Towers + some imagination
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns all your Middle-earth, Kortirion pawned this bit.
He knew what famine looked like. Famine was children’s wizened faces, their eyes huge, bellies falsely swollen, fingers seemingly lengthening as flesh wasted from the bone. Famine was clothing hanging loose, drooping insignia to lack of nourishment, of sustenance, of hope...
He shivered, pulling the rich, fur-trimmed robe tighter around his bony shoulders. Then, he glimpsed himself in the polished steel mirror – and a famished child stared back.
He’d sworn to himself never to know that hunger again... yet here he was... all but master of Edoras, and still the pauper at the feast. He would have her... He would!