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To what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden interest, my lady? Long has it been since we last spoke, and I certainly do hope this will not be the last.

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Only a fool would tarry idly in a conversation with the likes of you.

It is likely not to be the last. Rare is the occasion when they release what hold they have on us and not often permanent, as 'm sure you know from how you phrase your words.

My lord. [ the sarcasm. can you hear it? ] It seems your kindness has brought you here, even if I have yet to yearn for it.

Her attention is a strange and fickle thing, yet I find joy in it. I am aware this thought is not shared by many.

[ There's clear disgust written across Aragorn's face, but he keeps his tone even and frigid. ] There's very little kindness in me today, Wormtongue.

Thus I would advise you to tread carefully.

It is you who should tread carefully. Swords cannot be wielded so freely by those who have naught beyond these... sharp things. Even you will find that strength matters little here.

Quite bold of you, Grima. 'Tis as if you've forgotten yourself after being cast out from Rohan's palace.

Hey, mister creppyface. Do you....like your Mun?

It is a strange thing, indeed, to hear from one who is under their control. I judge you not for that, however. I've found some joy in my own mundanes attention.

It seems that your mun is just as pleased to speak with you again, as you are her.

A terrible mistake on Théoden's part. He will soon see how dire the consequences of his foolishness shall be.

'Tis foolish to reject that which is freely given.

And it seems you have lost your way, little one.

'Like'? Such juvenile thoughts have no place here, dear lady.

You didn't answer the question, pal. Do you like your Mun?

I beg your pardon?

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