Characters/Pairing: Gríma, Théoden
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. No profit reaped by myself, aside from a wealth of intellectual giddiness.
Yeah, count on me to bust out something like this for a prompt benignly dubbed 'Midsummer'..
Meduseld lay quiet, hemmed with the faint laughter of festivities without. The king’s hands shook, receiving the proffered cup. “You’ve typically gone with the midsummer delegation to Gondor.”
The thin, dark-garbed advisor tilted his head. “Priorities change.”
“By which you mean, I grow weak.” Théoden straightened abruptly in his chair. “Before my time.”
Gríma flinched, consoling. “Much now weakens in short order, lord. Blame not yourself.”
“I begin to understand your advocating long thought before rash action.” Théoden sighed, bringing the poisoned cup to his lips. Gríma’s eyes glinted in the diluted light which pierced the dim hall.