A/N: Ok, this is a little short, but I'm almost finished the next chapter already, so hopefully it'll go up in a day or two. Happy reading!
Postcards Chapter 4
Paige stepped though the linen cupboard doorway, and it closed softly behind her. She tugged at her new dress, which was actually Éowyn's dress, green crushed velvet with gold braided trim work. It was very pretty, but insanely heavy, and a little loose in the bust. It seems that Éowyn had been blessed by the bosom-fairies, lucky bitch.
Praying that no one would notice, Paige simply combed through her too-short hair with her fingers, praying that that, too, didn't seem too out of place. Her only other possession that she carried with her was a piece of paper that she had folded neatly, and clutched tightly in her hand.
"Turn right," she said aloud, "then left..." as she walked along the corridor, agog with her surroundings. Flamed torches lit the walls (which seemed kind of precarious to her, as they were made of WOOD! Aren't these people worried about FIRES?!
At last she found the door which Éowyn had told her was her 'bedchamber'. She was but lifting the door latch when she heard a deep voice shout, "Upon what presumption do you dare enter Lady Éowyn's chamber?"
Nearly jumping out of her skin, Paige turned to see a man clad in a long robe of grey silk, trimmed with mahogany-coloured fur. His dark hair fell lank upon his face and shoulders. Paige knew who he was the second her eyes clasped on him.
"Fuck! You seriously scared the shit out of me! Don't ever do that. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to do that? What the hell are you doing here, peeping by her bedroom anyway? Huh, Wormtongue? That's your name, isn't it? Or should I say, Grima?"
Wormtongue, meanwhile, looked as though both his eyeballs and his brains were about to burst out of his head. "Do I know you?"
"No, but I sure as hell know you. Now, you just mind your P's and Q's, and go skulk in another corner somewhere."
But Wormtongue did not move.
"Skulk," Paige repeated. "It's a word. Look it up. But seriously, shoo! Shoo! Éowyn GAVE me permission to go into her chamber, thank you very much, so it's no concern of yours."
Paige stepped into the bedchamber, but before she could close the door, Wormtongue appeared, peeking around the doorway.
"Hey! Hey!" Paige scolded. "What did I say about peeping? No one likes a pervert, ya know."
But Wormtongue was intrigued. "What is your name?"
At this, Paige persed her lips and thrust up her chin as she had seen Éowyn do and replied, "Paige...daughter of Harold, of the house of...Price." To her it sounded ridiculous.
Wormtongue, however, merely looked confused. "I know neither that house nor that name."
"Well, duh. It's not like I'm from Edoras. I'm from..." Shit. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Crap! She should have worked her backstory out before leaving home sweet apartment.
"You are from..." he repeated, his suspicious eyes narrowing.
"...Bree!" she said at last, triumphantly. "You know, like the cheese. Actually, the cheese is spelled with an 'ie', but...that's not important..."
"And how is it you know Lady Éowyn?"
"Uh...we're pen pals," Paige said, nodding. "We've written each other for like, ages! So, she's off visiting Bree, and I'm here seeing Edoras. Cool, huh?"
"Lady Éowyn is gone?!" he said, grabbing her wrist.
"Dude, let go of my arm..."
"Where did she go?" he snarled, his grip tightening.
"Seriously dude, you'll be sorry..."
"I shall not - OW!"
Wormtongue collapsed upon the threshold with a giant intake of breath.
"Warned ya, didn't I? Grab a lady without permission? It's a knee in the balls! How you like THEM apples? Now, seriously, I'm über tired, so if you don't mind..."
Wormtongue did not move, so Paige was forced to push him out of the doorway with her foot before shutting the door.
"Goodnight!"
A/N: As I'm sure you can tell, I'm having a lot of fun writing this. It's a bit of a departure from my usual stuff, so this actually kind of exciting for me. PLEASE REVIEW!
