“You stink of horse!” Well, it was true—Gríma reeked of the beasts. But, then, what could one expect, considering his position in Théoden’s court and the typical Rohirric attitude of near worship for the creatures.
How he wished he could cut his ties with the pathetic Man! But, for one intent on guiding those of Middle Earth to a new era of peace and prosperity, he had learned he couldn’t be choosy when making alliances.
He continued with the ritual of cutting a lock of his own hair to add to the materials already within the spiked kettle.