(Part Two)
Her eyes were wide as a frightened animal, her white dress tattered and smeared with dirt. She was gagged, struggled relentlessly to free herself, but to no avail. She was trapped. Her mind screamed, for she had suspicions that this was the work of the traitorous Wormtongue.
Eowyn remembered nothing of the night before. She had been seated down to a light supper, unable to eat, and took a small cup of wine. After that, she recalled only feeling faint and retiring to her chamber earlier than usual, falling into a heavy sleep. Only then did she realize that she'd been drugged.
The door to the prison in which she was ensnared opened. The light from the eerie moon shone upon the intruder; it was the traitor. He seemed without speech for once in his pathetic life, and Eowyn turned away from him, pride making her tremble. She shut her eyes tightly, as tightly as she could, and curled herself into a protective ball. The ropes dug into her wrists, the skin rubbing off in places.
Grima's footsteps were soft, echoing across the floor of the room. His breathing was shallow, quick, and he walked slowly to where she lay helpless on the bed. No words escaped from his lips, but Eowyn could still imagine him looking her up and down. 'He'll not have me for his prize,' her mind growled silently. She felt a cool hand touch her, hesitant, like he was afraid that he would hurt her further. Eowyn prepared herself for the feel of his lips upon hers, and as she was ready to vomit, he went to work cutting away the ropes. They fell from her sore arms and legs, and she sat up, pulling the gag from her mouth.
"Hello," he spoke to her, quietly, more quietly than he ever had. His eyes traveled to one of her wrists. "Can I get you something for that? I shall bring. . ."
She cut him off with a snarl, "No, I shall not be needing anything from you."
He raised one of his non-existent eyebrows. "I thought you might like something to lessen the pain, the wounds look raw." Grima stood before her, stooping a bit, his strange eyes filled with concern. Concern seemed like something no one would find in his eyes, but there it was. She looked away from him. This made him angry, she could hear his breaths starting to speed up, faster and faster. When she finally brought her gaze to his, the eyes that stared back were darker than before. One was black, and the other a deep blue. This frightened her, for she knew then that he could be as powerful as he wished. Eowyn only hoped that he himself didn't comprehend that fact.
"Very well. Please, rest a while. There are some things that I must see to," Grima departed as quietly as he had entered. Rushing to reach the door, Eowyn found it locked. There were no windows, no other doors. It was a beautiful cage.
Her eyes were wide as a frightened animal, her white dress tattered and smeared with dirt. She was gagged, struggled relentlessly to free herself, but to no avail. She was trapped. Her mind screamed, for she had suspicions that this was the work of the traitorous Wormtongue.
Eowyn remembered nothing of the night before. She had been seated down to a light supper, unable to eat, and took a small cup of wine. After that, she recalled only feeling faint and retiring to her chamber earlier than usual, falling into a heavy sleep. Only then did she realize that she'd been drugged.
The door to the prison in which she was ensnared opened. The light from the eerie moon shone upon the intruder; it was the traitor. He seemed without speech for once in his pathetic life, and Eowyn turned away from him, pride making her tremble. She shut her eyes tightly, as tightly as she could, and curled herself into a protective ball. The ropes dug into her wrists, the skin rubbing off in places.
Grima's footsteps were soft, echoing across the floor of the room. His breathing was shallow, quick, and he walked slowly to where she lay helpless on the bed. No words escaped from his lips, but Eowyn could still imagine him looking her up and down. 'He'll not have me for his prize,' her mind growled silently. She felt a cool hand touch her, hesitant, like he was afraid that he would hurt her further. Eowyn prepared herself for the feel of his lips upon hers, and as she was ready to vomit, he went to work cutting away the ropes. They fell from her sore arms and legs, and she sat up, pulling the gag from her mouth.
"Hello," he spoke to her, quietly, more quietly than he ever had. His eyes traveled to one of her wrists. "Can I get you something for that? I shall bring. . ."
She cut him off with a snarl, "No, I shall not be needing anything from you."
He raised one of his non-existent eyebrows. "I thought you might like something to lessen the pain, the wounds look raw." Grima stood before her, stooping a bit, his strange eyes filled with concern. Concern seemed like something no one would find in his eyes, but there it was. She looked away from him. This made him angry, she could hear his breaths starting to speed up, faster and faster. When she finally brought her gaze to his, the eyes that stared back were darker than before. One was black, and the other a deep blue. This frightened her, for she knew then that he could be as powerful as he wished. Eowyn only hoped that he himself didn't comprehend that fact.
"Very well. Please, rest a while. There are some things that I must see to," Grima departed as quietly as he had entered. Rushing to reach the door, Eowyn found it locked. There were no windows, no other doors. It was a beautiful cage.
