Characters/Pairing: Gríma, Saruman
Warnings: non-graphic violence, ironical prompt usage
Book/Source: Lord of the Rings
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien. No profit reaped by myself, aside from a wealth of intellectual giddiness.
The strange stone was making Saruman dangerously volatile. Gríma was compelled to heave it out the window, maybe to injure potential threats, maybe to expel its malicious influence.
Yet its loss only unhinged Saruman more. He ranted in an unknown tongue, eyes refracting rage or panic. The splintered end of his staff connected several times before Gríma fled the room trailing blood.
Even his mentor now despised him. There were ghoulish trees outside, nowhere to run.
Weakened, Saruman acquired a head cold. Gríma diligently avoided him, but betimes the wizard prowled Orthanc on silent feet, sniffles and sneezes echoing ominously.
Note: For anyone unfortunate enough to be interested in the workings of my mind, refracting was a very deliberate word choice. Picture Saruman's ire passing through the substance of his eyes and thus bending towards poor Gríma. =P