What Lie's Beneath
Author's note: Sometimes I get on odd little tangents with friends and
stories bloom, as was with this one and I hope it does at least entertain
somewhat, read it review it ^_~ If you like no need to worry about me send
orc armies to hunt you down if you don't...
They often say that what lies beneath should never be tampered with and should be left to rest. Sometimes that can't be and sometimes just sometimes one's salvation comes in the oddest forms of life and at the strangest times.Even when one is not expecting it at all.
Orthanc the home of my master, I say master because Saurman has ever been my liege and I do his bidding, though this wasn't always so, I can hardly recall a time that it was not as it is.I admit that I am an oddity I am not lovely nor have I ever been, I am frightful to look upon and I myself can not dare look into a mirror with out recoiling from my own lack of beauty,that is why I so adore anything of beauty that lasts.
It was in one of my roamings that I found a door, Saurman is conducting experiments downstairs and I can feel it inside me that it will not be long before he attacks or does something horriable, but I am no more then a servant a pawn to him someone who he can abuse when things do not fall into place as he thinks they should, but I am also very sneaky and I know Orthanc like no one-else does.
Though this room was on none of the maps my master possessed, it had a large black wood door, that surely the Dunadan's that lived her before Saurman moved in had errected and there was words in a language, even I could not manage and despite outward appearances I am a learned man. I reach my hand out as curiosity took the best of me and I touched the door handle, I was foolish I knew it the minute the pale skin of my hand had complete contact, the door glowed an eerie bright blue and opened as though it had never been locked in the first place.
I was in trouble the second I stepped into the room,it was ancient, the draps and the linen and the tapestrys on the wall, I realized that prehaps it hadn't been those that dwelled before us that had errected this room, not at all, prehaps Orthanc had been built on the site of something else.The carpet beneath my booted feet was a faded color and looked surpriseingly elven with its Ivy patterns.
That was not the most interesting part of all however, there was a large bed with the curtains drawn and I felt a tugging in my mind a insistant pull to move into the room, part of me wanted to turn and flee,run back upstairs and tell Saurman of this place I had found, prehaps he would reward me,the other part said "No,this is special and not for the likes of him, not yet.." there was the insistant pull and I gave in and pushing stray locks of black hair from my eyes,blue though I had a difficult time seeing out of one of them, I would have seen what lay before me even if I had been blind.
Drawing the curtain aside seemingly asleep was the fairest creature I had ever seen, I considered Eowyn beatiful and the elves were etheral, this woman's beauty was touched by the very gods and enough to make my heart weep just at seeing her, there were no true words to describe how she entranced me. Long red hair the color of a sunset was wavy and laying across the bed it had apparently grown with time, she was clad in a sheet and nothing more, though the silken cloth showed off her figure nicely. I don't know how long I stood there watching her, only that I snapped out of what ever daze I was in when she opened her eyes, golden as the sun and even more burning then its fearsome rays.
She saw me I could not recoil fast enough and I am skilled at running away, as well as highly agile. Her hand was pale and moon touched as she reach out to me, I wanted to avoid those eyes but they caught mine and held me. This was not a romantic moment but rather she held dominance over me.I felt like a weasel caught by a cat at that moment and she was looking at me, I hated that,she would dislike me for my ugliness I wanted the shadows,Oh how I longed for them but they were not forth coming and I could not go to them either.
One hand had caught the blanket saveing me the glory of her nude form and she studied me as though I were interesting to her,she spoke and it was in black speech, "Where am I ?" she asked softly those golden eyes claiming mine as though her own, I felt as though I could easily die for her at any given moment and be thankful for the opertunity.
"I have never seen one such as you.." she said in a low tone."You are not Dunedain" her voice was soft and musical as she spoke to me,still holding me with her eyes as she moved cat-like,gracefully to my side. "No you are something else..."she answered herself and touched me,it was like a fire that didn't burn along my skin. "Who are you ?" she then demanded."Are you master of the tower now..?" her eyes dropped from mine I found I could again thankfully move, but no longer wanted too.
"I am Grima.." I managed in a whispered tone almost strangled as she looked me over, I did take a step towards the shadows."Of Rohan.." I added as I found my mouth becomeing dry,this was a frightful yet allureing encounter.
"You do not look like the northmen.."she said quietly and I shook my head, I was imagineing her saying I was not fair, I knew I wasn't but this creature this lovely exotic creature did not say me so. "Though there is something else to you...you do not look Rohirric.."she murmured,her hand brushed locks of dark hair from my neck and I visablely trembled,this seemed to cause her pause.
"Why do you shake, I mean you no harm..." she whispered softly by an ear,her breath was warm her tone seductive. Woman didn't talk to me like this,they never had why would they now ? I half pulled away and she was surprised for my showing restrain.
"Prehaps you would like to meet Lord Saurman the owner of the tower." I said wanting to distract her from me.She looked not at all surprised at the fact I admitted in this I didn't own the tower, I was only here visiting and would be leaveing soon, or so I prayed,I missed Rohan.
"You will stay?" she asked now sounding like a child her golden eyes teared up and that sight alone would have made me promise to bring her the One True Ring if it would save her a single tear from falling.
"You want me too?" I was still reeling from the fact she wasn't scared of me or disgusted by me. She nodded her head and was watching me again. "Why do you watch me like that make me feel like I am something special ?" I asked almost angery at her.
"You are special,all things on this world are ,in there own way.." she answered "And partly because I am famished.." there was a faint coloring to her face as she said that and she held the sheet to her again.She would no longer look at me and I was intrigued it is never good to intrigue a person like me, I was entrigued by Eowyn and now this beautiful creature before me.
"Should I get you something to eat?" I asked as I turned to the door and moved to go."What would you like..?" I continued and foolishly so, for before I even knew it, she was again at my side, her speed was blinding and her hands warm against my arm.
"I need..." she murmured but I didn't hear her words for she had nuzzled beneath my chin, I fear I had stopped breathing and in that instant I was her's. A sharp stinging pain seemed to come from my throat,then it was pleasureable I became weak in the knees and leaned into her, she was strong for such a delicate little creature and she held me, I was thankful that she was there, for the first time in a long time I was safe and warm in her embrace and not alone.
"Who are you ?" I managed as my eyes closed, the emotions ran rampent through my body,as did my blood and I felt as though she were caressing my very soul. I needed to know at least this.
"Thuringwethil" she answered and I realized that it was not out loud she had spoken but rather in my mind and I was in shock of this as well as the fact that she was taking blood, I knew who the ledgendary one was, and now she was awake in Orthanc what did this mean to the general populace.
They often say that what lies beneath should never be tampered with and should be left to rest. Sometimes that can't be and sometimes just sometimes one's salvation comes in the oddest forms of life and at the strangest times.Even when one is not expecting it at all.
Orthanc the home of my master, I say master because Saurman has ever been my liege and I do his bidding, though this wasn't always so, I can hardly recall a time that it was not as it is.I admit that I am an oddity I am not lovely nor have I ever been, I am frightful to look upon and I myself can not dare look into a mirror with out recoiling from my own lack of beauty,that is why I so adore anything of beauty that lasts.
It was in one of my roamings that I found a door, Saurman is conducting experiments downstairs and I can feel it inside me that it will not be long before he attacks or does something horriable, but I am no more then a servant a pawn to him someone who he can abuse when things do not fall into place as he thinks they should, but I am also very sneaky and I know Orthanc like no one-else does.
Though this room was on none of the maps my master possessed, it had a large black wood door, that surely the Dunadan's that lived her before Saurman moved in had errected and there was words in a language, even I could not manage and despite outward appearances I am a learned man. I reach my hand out as curiosity took the best of me and I touched the door handle, I was foolish I knew it the minute the pale skin of my hand had complete contact, the door glowed an eerie bright blue and opened as though it had never been locked in the first place.
I was in trouble the second I stepped into the room,it was ancient, the draps and the linen and the tapestrys on the wall, I realized that prehaps it hadn't been those that dwelled before us that had errected this room, not at all, prehaps Orthanc had been built on the site of something else.The carpet beneath my booted feet was a faded color and looked surpriseingly elven with its Ivy patterns.
That was not the most interesting part of all however, there was a large bed with the curtains drawn and I felt a tugging in my mind a insistant pull to move into the room, part of me wanted to turn and flee,run back upstairs and tell Saurman of this place I had found, prehaps he would reward me,the other part said "No,this is special and not for the likes of him, not yet.." there was the insistant pull and I gave in and pushing stray locks of black hair from my eyes,blue though I had a difficult time seeing out of one of them, I would have seen what lay before me even if I had been blind.
Drawing the curtain aside seemingly asleep was the fairest creature I had ever seen, I considered Eowyn beatiful and the elves were etheral, this woman's beauty was touched by the very gods and enough to make my heart weep just at seeing her, there were no true words to describe how she entranced me. Long red hair the color of a sunset was wavy and laying across the bed it had apparently grown with time, she was clad in a sheet and nothing more, though the silken cloth showed off her figure nicely. I don't know how long I stood there watching her, only that I snapped out of what ever daze I was in when she opened her eyes, golden as the sun and even more burning then its fearsome rays.
She saw me I could not recoil fast enough and I am skilled at running away, as well as highly agile. Her hand was pale and moon touched as she reach out to me, I wanted to avoid those eyes but they caught mine and held me. This was not a romantic moment but rather she held dominance over me.I felt like a weasel caught by a cat at that moment and she was looking at me, I hated that,she would dislike me for my ugliness I wanted the shadows,Oh how I longed for them but they were not forth coming and I could not go to them either.
One hand had caught the blanket saveing me the glory of her nude form and she studied me as though I were interesting to her,she spoke and it was in black speech, "Where am I ?" she asked softly those golden eyes claiming mine as though her own, I felt as though I could easily die for her at any given moment and be thankful for the opertunity.
"I have never seen one such as you.." she said in a low tone."You are not Dunedain" her voice was soft and musical as she spoke to me,still holding me with her eyes as she moved cat-like,gracefully to my side. "No you are something else..."she answered herself and touched me,it was like a fire that didn't burn along my skin. "Who are you ?" she then demanded."Are you master of the tower now..?" her eyes dropped from mine I found I could again thankfully move, but no longer wanted too.
"I am Grima.." I managed in a whispered tone almost strangled as she looked me over, I did take a step towards the shadows."Of Rohan.." I added as I found my mouth becomeing dry,this was a frightful yet allureing encounter.
"You do not look like the northmen.."she said quietly and I shook my head, I was imagineing her saying I was not fair, I knew I wasn't but this creature this lovely exotic creature did not say me so. "Though there is something else to you...you do not look Rohirric.."she murmured,her hand brushed locks of dark hair from my neck and I visablely trembled,this seemed to cause her pause.
"Why do you shake, I mean you no harm..." she whispered softly by an ear,her breath was warm her tone seductive. Woman didn't talk to me like this,they never had why would they now ? I half pulled away and she was surprised for my showing restrain.
"Prehaps you would like to meet Lord Saurman the owner of the tower." I said wanting to distract her from me.She looked not at all surprised at the fact I admitted in this I didn't own the tower, I was only here visiting and would be leaveing soon, or so I prayed,I missed Rohan.
"You will stay?" she asked now sounding like a child her golden eyes teared up and that sight alone would have made me promise to bring her the One True Ring if it would save her a single tear from falling.
"You want me too?" I was still reeling from the fact she wasn't scared of me or disgusted by me. She nodded her head and was watching me again. "Why do you watch me like that make me feel like I am something special ?" I asked almost angery at her.
"You are special,all things on this world are ,in there own way.." she answered "And partly because I am famished.." there was a faint coloring to her face as she said that and she held the sheet to her again.She would no longer look at me and I was intrigued it is never good to intrigue a person like me, I was entrigued by Eowyn and now this beautiful creature before me.
"Should I get you something to eat?" I asked as I turned to the door and moved to go."What would you like..?" I continued and foolishly so, for before I even knew it, she was again at my side, her speed was blinding and her hands warm against my arm.
"I need..." she murmured but I didn't hear her words for she had nuzzled beneath my chin, I fear I had stopped breathing and in that instant I was her's. A sharp stinging pain seemed to come from my throat,then it was pleasureable I became weak in the knees and leaned into her, she was strong for such a delicate little creature and she held me, I was thankful that she was there, for the first time in a long time I was safe and warm in her embrace and not alone.
"Who are you ?" I managed as my eyes closed, the emotions ran rampent through my body,as did my blood and I felt as though she were caressing my very soul. I needed to know at least this.
"Thuringwethil" she answered and I realized that it was not out loud she had spoken but rather in my mind and I was in shock of this as well as the fact that she was taking blood, I knew who the ledgendary one was, and now she was awake in Orthanc what did this mean to the general populace.