His reward.
I wrote this story years ago but I am currently re-writting it, mainly fixing up the grammar and so on.
Authors note.
Ok this is my first Lord of the rings fan fiction story, so be nice and review.
Warning: Some violence, mild coarse language, sex themes.
Summary: Grima Wormtongue has got his wish Eowyn is his, along with all the riches in his world, Theoden is dead, he was killed in the siege of helms deep but in Grima Wormtongue's mercy he let Eomer live and has fled to parts unknown
Right now Eowyn is out cold and forced to be at Grima Wormtongue's manor… her new 'home.'
So read on.
Chapter one- the beginning.
Eowyn POV.
"My head," I whisper. "Eomer- Uncle," I say praying they are there, I am keeping my eyes closed. The last thing I remembered I was running, fleeing the orcs in the caves of helms deep. I open my eyes slowly, and try my very best to sit up, but alas I cannot I am bounded with brown coarse leather, on a hard table; it felt like the hardest concrete. The fact slowly dawn's on me I am a prisoner. I pull the binds of my prison and look around.
"Oh good you are awake," the voice says, I turn my head as far as I can. I am in a small room; with the table I am tied on I am in the middle of the tiny prison room, a stool with a bucket in the corner one empty one not. But this prison room I am in, is not the worst thing. The worst thing was that the voice I heard belongs to the traitor Grima Wormtongue. He walked closer to me, he got the stool and sat next to me. The traitor wore fine black robes his hair was cut back more than before, his evil little face has some more colour in it. But the evil black slit eyes are the same; it's like Eomer always told me.
'The eyes of a person is a portal into someone's sole, you can learn everything you need a person just by looking into their eyes.' Just by thinking about Eomer, my only dearest brother sends a tear to my eye, I look into Grima Wormtongue's eyes and all I can see is lust nothing more than lust. His eyes can tell me more in 30 second's, than of the all of years of knowing him.
I look down to my own body; I am wearing a dark dress stained with blood, whose blood I don't know, I can see a cut on my legs and on my stomach, than the memories come flashing back.
I was in the mountains of helms deep, the orcs were in killing everyone and than one said 'it is her the princess' I got my sword to attack them but I was out numbered badly. And I remember no more. The more I remember the more tears go to my eyes, the traitor Grima Wormtongue must have killed them all like my uncle. Lord Arragon…
He must die.
He said nothing for a few moments he just sat stairing at me, than he began to stroke my face with his thumb, "You're mine, you're FINALLY mine" he whispers. I can smell his foul breath.
"I'm NOT yours, and I never will be" I say bravely, every breath is an effort, my mouth is dry like dust. I struggle with my binds attempting to free myself, but the pain in my stomach kept me from fully moving.
"Don't be so foolish Eowyn, you were born to be mine," he says gently. He strokes my face still, I try to move my face but all I manage is to get a worse smell.
"Get away from me you, worm," I say he stopped sroking and looked angry he must not like that name, taking my chance I spit in his face, and I know I am in deep trouble but I have never been so proud of myself.
"Now Eowyn we don't want this right, you don't want me to lock you up in a …cage do we," he say's, my eyes widened how did he know my fear? I can tell he is angry, but all I can do Is look at him in fear… I don't like fear. But I don't want to be in a cage either, I am so scared I don't know what to do. He stood up slowly and went to leave, "I will be going now, I will give you time to think try to rest Eowyn" he turns to leave.
Than his gone… I can hear the door lock behind him.
How did I go? Crap or not, read and review.