The guard bowed before stepping out of the way of Gandalf, Harry, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn, allowing them to walk towards their King, on the throne there sat a wizened old man. Theoden's matted hair was grey as well as his beard, his face was covered in a film of wrinkles, his teeth were a mouldy yellow and his blue eyes were clouded over a crown rested crookedly on his forehead. But the man who sat next to him was the worst, he reminded Harry of that creature Gollum he had met in Moria, his eyebrows were shaven off, he had greasy black hair that fell to his shoulders and sharp looking teeth, he was also very pale and gaunt. "My lord," He whispered, his voice was silkily cruel, "Gandalf the Grey is coming."
Harry heard the doors to the hall bang shut behind him but he dared not look round "He's a herald of woe," Harry heard Wormtongue add, Harry narrowed his eyes angrily at Grima, guards slowly started to fill the hall around them, waiting for orders or a fight to break out.
"The courtesy of your hall has somewhat lessened of late, Theoden King!" Called Gandalf.
"He's not welcome," hissed Wormtongue to the King.
Theoden slowly raised his weary head to look at his guests "Why should I welcome you Gandalf Stormcrow?" Murmured Theoden, his voice was edged with tierdness and seemed as if it should not belong to him despite his appearance, he slowly turned his head to Wormtongue like a child seeking approval from a parent.
"A just question, my liege," said Wormtongue seriously before standing up to face Gandalf "Late is the hour," he said, raising his voice "In which this conjurer decides to appear..." Harry became more and more conscious about the number of guards taking up the hall "Lathspell I name him, ill news is an ill guest."
"Be silent," Commanded Gandalf coldly, "Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth, I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm," amazingly Wormtongue stayed silent, Gandalf thrust his staff menacingly at Grima's face.
"His staff..." croaked Wormtongue in a strangled sort of voice "I told you to take the Wizard's Staff!" Roared the wretched man, backing away from Gandalf to allow several guards to run at him only to be met by the punches and kicks of Harry, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn.
"Theoden, son of Thengel!" Called Gandalf, holding out one hand to help concentrate his magic on Theoden, "Too long have you sat in the shadows," Harry elboewed one guard in the chest and punched another in the face before spinning around and delivering a kick to another's head, knocking him out.
Once all the guards were felled or knocked out Gimli ran at Wormtongue and placed his heavy boot on the treacherous man's chest "I'd stay still if I were you," growled Gimli menacingly.
Gandalf walked closer and closer to Theoden, most of the guards now watched and didn't attack, "Hearken to me!" Barked Gandalf "I release you from the spell..." Gandalf closed his eyes to concentrate all magic on Theoden.
But only the sound of tired, dry, humourless, wheezing laugh emitted from the King's mouth, "You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey," wheezed Theoden, but then he let out a shout of surprise and horror as Gandalf threw off his grey cloak, revealing the robes of Gandalf the White.
Gandalf forced Theoden back into his throne "I withdraw you Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound," Chanted Gandalf, he pointed his staff at Theoden's face. 
Then out of of one of the many doors leading out of the hall ran the figure Harry had seen when he had arrived in Rohan, Harry's breath caught for a moment before he saw her run towards Theoden in a bid to protect him. Harry dashed after her and softly grabbed her arm "Wait," he murmured to her.
"If I go, Theoden dies," growled Saruman, leaning forward slightly, Gandalf forced him back into his throne.
"You did not kill me, you will not kill him," ordered Gandalf dangerously.
"Rohan is mine!" Called Saruman in a last bid of securing his hold on Theoden.
"Be gone," Growled Gandalf, pushing Theoden even further into the throne and with a cry of rage and anger Saruman-Theoden lauched himself at Gandalf, only to be knocked back by Gandalf's staff onto his throne.
The whole hall was silent as Theoden, son of Thengel, swayed slightly on his throne, Harry let go of the women's arm and she ran to the King and caught him as he toppled off the throne and then the King transformed before their very eyes. His hair and beard gained more and colour and from the grey there once was replaced by blond hair. His eyes lost all traces of cloudiness and most of the wrinkles vanished from his face, the women smiled happily at him "I know your face," murmured Theoden "Eowyn... Eowyn..." The King turned round and saw Gandalf in his new garments "Gandalf?" He asked, his eyes widened in wonder and amazement.
"Breathe the free air again, my friend," said Gandalf warmly, then with the help of the pretty women who seemed to be called Eowyn Theoden stood to his full height and all the guards and knights of Rohan assembled there bowed to their cured king.
"Dark have been my dreams of late," said Theoden, he paused slightly and examined his fingers with curiosity .
"Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your sword," said Gandalf and bowing slightly he moved out of the way for the guard who had met them on the gate, he walked before Theoden and with two hands he held a scabbarded sword. Theoden reached forward and grasped the hilt of the sword in a weak grip before strengthening his grip and slowly drew his sword, the blade slid easily out of the scabbard and on the hilt  two dragons were touching their foreheads to each other's forehead, forming an unmistakable shape of a heart. Wormtongue strained against Gimli to try and escape Theoden as he marveled at his sword but then Theoden's ice cold glare fell upon the unfortunate man who had betrayed his trust to Saruman.
The guards threw open the doors of the Golden Hall and literally threw Wormtongue out of the Hall, Wormtongue clattered down to the bottom of the stone steps to Meduseld and he lay at the bottom groaning in pain. Theoden walked down the steps towards Grima, sword in hand, "I have only ever served you my lord," panted Wormtongue, sporting a bloody lip.
"Your leechcraft," growled Theoden, seething with rage as he walked towards his former servant who was frantically trying to back away, "Would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!"
"Send me not from your sight," Pleaded Wormtongue, with a cry of anger Theoden brought down his sword to decapitate him. This was too much for Harry and Aragorn.
Both of them ran forward and seized Theoden's arms to stop him from killing Wormtongue "No my lord, no my lord!" Cried Aragorn.
"Let him go," added Harry, as much as Harry loathed the man, he did not deserve to die, "To much blood has been spilt on his account. Theoden stared at the two of them in shock, Harry walked to Grima and held out his hand to help him up but Grima crawled towards Harry and spat on his hand and at Aragorn's feet before screaming "Get out of my way!" to the mass of locals who had gathered to watch the odd event. Harry watched as Grima galloped out of Edoras on a black mare in the direction of Isengard, "Hail Theoden King!" Shouted Harry, and the locals bowed to their King, along with Harry and Aragorn.
Theoden turned away as his people got to their feet once again "Where is Theodred?" He asked quietly "Where is my son?"