When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

by exceptional-butterfly

When a young woman is attacked little did she know then that it would bring about one of the saddest events in her life but it would also lead her to a place where she would find love, comfort and the truth about her attacker. Follows both the films, this is not a 10th walker fic! Please be kind and review this is my first attempt at a LOTR fic :)

1. Prologue

Prologue

One thing I remember from having counselling after the sudden death of my parents at 17 was that the key was to get your emotions out however you can. For me that comes in the form of writing things down whilst I sob my heart out. This time around however I find it difficult to limit myself to the five words I am used to using for grief and sorrow. Of course this situation is entirely different, although I am grieving and I am full of sorrow I also have these words on my list:

Victim

Rape

Blinded

Angry

Depressed

Alone

Why me?

Lost

Nightmares

Pregnant

I suppose I should explain I am a 22 year old woman who has been on her own since she was 17 years and 3 months old. I live in rural Ireland on my families farm which was left to me on my parents passing, I have no living relatives and no close friends to speak of. I was out tending to the farm 4 weeks ago as dusk was drawing near when I was attacked from behind and blinded. All I remember is screaming inside my head "STOP" and "Why me?" and wondering why I couldn't see anything when nothing physically had been placed over my eyes. As my assailant bound my hands I was unable to move and my body appeared to go into shock and would not move no matter how much my brain screamed inside of my head that I should protect myself.

The only things I can recall apart from the blindness and the searing pain of the attack was the strange language my attacker spoke. Living in rural Ireland you are taught from a young child to speak Gaelic and although the melody was similar the words were foreign to me and I could not force myself to speak. Having had his fun my attacked unbound my hands and left me in the orchard to curl into the faetal position and stare blankly in shock at his retreating back. I don't know what made him look back at me but as my sight recovered all I remember seeing is the pale silver tunic he wore, the long braided hair and the pointed ears which slipped through the veil of his hair.

4 weeks on I am still continuing to experience nightmares and flashbacks of the attack, I've also been unable to return to the orchard unless it is bathed in brilliant sunlight. The Garda have done nothing but write a report and run a rape kit on me as a victim. Apart from this they have said they're unable to trace the attacker but will however keep an eye out for anything unusual. I'm also late, by 2 weeks. I've made the embarrassing and agonising trip into the nearest town and brought an at home pregnancy test and you've guessed it … I'm pregnant with my attackers baby.

I'm alone, I'm depressed and I'm 4 weeks pregnant. Whatever I did in my past life I hope it was worth it for the hell I am now about to experience.