Denethor and Grima
by Yaralindi
"I hope I'm not late. I better not be late."
Denethor huffed as he halted on the stairs. Not getting any younger he
thought looking back down at the spiralling stone stairs he had
climbed. Half-way to the top. Only 384 more steps.
After a few more deep breaths he set off again. Finally, after just
barely making it up the last 50 steps, he bursts through the door to
find Grima peering out of a window.
"Grima," he bellows.
"Sire," Grima squeaks obviously startled.
"Do you have them?"
"Got two lovelies right here." Two round globes appear from inside Grima's robe.
Peering out the window Grima had been looking through, Denethor sees Gandalf and Pippin just coming out the front door.
"Quick!" Denethor grabs one of the globes from Grima and, leaning
dangerously far out the window, lets it fall after carefully
manuevering it into place.
"Thinks he's subtle, the old coot," Denethor cackles as the water
balloon smashes Pippin on the top of his head causing him to look up in
wonder.
He quickly grabs the other water balloon. He starts to poke his head
out the window, but quickly draws it back inside. A fireworks rocket
whistles past the window. "Now THAT was certainly subtle," he says
looking at Grima. "Watch this."
He snaps his head out the window then quickly tosses the balloon away. A few seconds later, Grima hears Gandalf shouting.
"Authority is not given to you to toss water balloons at one of the Maiar!"
"The rule of Gondor is MINE and no others," Denethor shouts out the
window. "I tell you I will not bow to this ranger from the north! Why
the boy can't even keep track of his comb. How's he supposed to run a
kingdom?"
At this point Peter puts down the script and shakes his head at
Philippa. "It's not too bad, but I don't remember The Professor
mentioning water balloons."
"Okay, I'll take them out, but the folks in the audience are going
to need a ton of hankies before this thing is over." She grabs the
script and starts out the door.
"Oh, and drop the bit about the comb!"
