Okay, let's see before I begin, I have a few words to get across.
Firstly, I don't own Eowyn, the people of Rohan, and for that matter, any
of Middle earth. That makes everyone so happy, not.
I know in my first chapter I didn't put in a disclaimer because this is my first fan fiction to be typed up; and I'm just now learning the ropes. Hopefully time will grant me skill. * Looks up into the evening stars (which I don't own)*
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Chapter 2
The Intruder
Her eyes lit up and narrowed.
"Nice to see you too," said an unhappy cold, and dreading voice.
"What are you doing here," Eowyn said in a harsh tone, now glaring at him.
Wormtounge smiled at her, the yellow gearing yellow teeth had been forced to show. It was horrible to see his mouth, it seem like he had a worm for a tongue, which was how he got that for a nickname, surprisingly enough. "Just what I was about to ask you," he said as if was a mix up anyone could make. The as unexpected as it came it went, he cleared his throat. Now back in his oily manner he said, "I'm here under your uncle's orders."
"That poor man . . ." started Eowyn.
"Is lucky he has me," said Grima indignecly.
Eowyn rolled her eyes. *What a liar* she thought savagely. She sighed deeply and placed her gaze on the ceiling. She took a deep breath and boldly said, "Some great asset you are . . ." her voice trailing off and her head went to look down the corridor, she had done it now.
Grima was outraged by her words. He the suddenly placed his hands on her jawbone and trust it up to make it so she looked at him. Hi hands felt, if possible, colder than ice. A cold rush kept on going down her spine, and her breathing became faster, the first sign of fear.
She tried to keep her breathing steady and her face straight; she was better than his filth that he was. She tried not to yield to him to make him seem like he could control her. Her eyes flashed, her eyes growing narrower and narrower at him, full of hate and resentfulness.
"Oh how beautiful you are when you're like this," said Grima coming closer to say this to her face. His breath smelled horrible, like rotten food.
She looked up, and away from him, trying to ignore his foul breathing at her neck. She was hanging by an inch of thread, she was starting to cringe, and the breath on her neck was getting to be faster and faster expelled.
He let go from holding her neck up, and grabbed a wrist instead. Before she could find the best way to get him away from her, Grima opened his mouth to speak again, "Well . . ." he started, but then suddenly Eowyn ripped her arm out of his and stepped back.
"You can't run from me," said Grima his cold lips smiling, in the foulest way he could.
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Tap Tap Tap . . . someone was walking up the steps.
"Till next time then . . ." Grima muttered his voice trailing off, as he swept past her, giving her an evil wink.
Seeing his robes ruffling out from behind him, see let out a sigh of relief, she had got past him this time narrowly. Hopefully this would be but to an end soon. Now looking down the corridor she saw Eomer coming toward her. His face stiffened to see Grima and he exchanged cold glances and they past each other.
Now was the hard part, what was she going to say to Eomer?
His door to his chambers where wide open and he drew closer and closer.
-Finish-
Please review.
Next chapter: The Awful Truth
I know in my first chapter I didn't put in a disclaimer because this is my first fan fiction to be typed up; and I'm just now learning the ropes. Hopefully time will grant me skill. * Looks up into the evening stars (which I don't own)*
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Chapter 2
The Intruder
Her eyes lit up and narrowed.
"Nice to see you too," said an unhappy cold, and dreading voice.
"What are you doing here," Eowyn said in a harsh tone, now glaring at him.
Wormtounge smiled at her, the yellow gearing yellow teeth had been forced to show. It was horrible to see his mouth, it seem like he had a worm for a tongue, which was how he got that for a nickname, surprisingly enough. "Just what I was about to ask you," he said as if was a mix up anyone could make. The as unexpected as it came it went, he cleared his throat. Now back in his oily manner he said, "I'm here under your uncle's orders."
"That poor man . . ." started Eowyn.
"Is lucky he has me," said Grima indignecly.
Eowyn rolled her eyes. *What a liar* she thought savagely. She sighed deeply and placed her gaze on the ceiling. She took a deep breath and boldly said, "Some great asset you are . . ." her voice trailing off and her head went to look down the corridor, she had done it now.
Grima was outraged by her words. He the suddenly placed his hands on her jawbone and trust it up to make it so she looked at him. Hi hands felt, if possible, colder than ice. A cold rush kept on going down her spine, and her breathing became faster, the first sign of fear.
She tried to keep her breathing steady and her face straight; she was better than his filth that he was. She tried not to yield to him to make him seem like he could control her. Her eyes flashed, her eyes growing narrower and narrower at him, full of hate and resentfulness.
"Oh how beautiful you are when you're like this," said Grima coming closer to say this to her face. His breath smelled horrible, like rotten food.
She looked up, and away from him, trying to ignore his foul breathing at her neck. She was hanging by an inch of thread, she was starting to cringe, and the breath on her neck was getting to be faster and faster expelled.
He let go from holding her neck up, and grabbed a wrist instead. Before she could find the best way to get him away from her, Grima opened his mouth to speak again, "Well . . ." he started, but then suddenly Eowyn ripped her arm out of his and stepped back.
"You can't run from me," said Grima his cold lips smiling, in the foulest way he could.
* * * * * * * *
Tap Tap Tap . . . someone was walking up the steps.
"Till next time then . . ." Grima muttered his voice trailing off, as he swept past her, giving her an evil wink.
Seeing his robes ruffling out from behind him, see let out a sigh of relief, she had got past him this time narrowly. Hopefully this would be but to an end soon. Now looking down the corridor she saw Eomer coming toward her. His face stiffened to see Grima and he exchanged cold glances and they past each other.
Now was the hard part, what was she going to say to Eomer?
His door to his chambers where wide open and he drew closer and closer.
-Finish-
Please review.
Next chapter: The Awful Truth
