He tried to sleep, but though he closed his eyes and willed sleep to
come, it did not. The bed felt cold and empty. He gathered the furs to him,
tried to fill them with warmth. No matter what he did, they were always
cold.
There was a sharp tapping at the door. Another of Eowyn's young
maidens entered.
"My Lord Grima," she called to him from the open doorway. "You cannot sleep?"
"No," he replied. "I cannot. It is so cold." The young girl ventured further into the room.
"Perhaps some warm milk will help to clear away the cold." She offered to fetch him some. He nodded gratefully. Once she returned, he took the glass into his thin hands.
"What is your name?" He asked her softly.
"Fara," the girl said simply. Grima sipped the milk. The cup was emptied, but the cold remained. "I see that you shiver still, my Lord. Would you like a warm bath?"
He considered it a moment, "I suppose a warm bath would do me some good. Thank you, Fara." The girl departed to heat some water. The blond girl came to claim him for his bath.
"My Lord Grima," she entered with the same royal greeting. "Your bath awaits you."
Grima let the mists of the room surround him when he went into the room. The vapors were warm, comforting. The three maids were there, and he expectantly waited for them to leave. When they did not, he gave them a questionable look. There was no answer, only Elise removing his large, black robes. He was bewildered, a little startled. She didn't stop at his robes, but continued to remove his layers of clothing as he stood in shock. Once his clothes were in a pile on the floor, she grasped him firmly by the arm, and led him into the water. This frightened him a little, for he'd never been treated as such by a woman, and embarrassment crept into him. Though her grip was firm, there was also a tenderness in it, easing his shyness. That was what it was, shyness, because there were few women in Middle Earth who would dare to look at him, least of all undress him. The dark one began to rub oil into his shoulders. At once, his fears were forgotten. Her hands were steady, smooth. They released the deep-set tension that made his muscles ache daily. She worked his bony shoulders deeply. Fara spread some oil onto his lustrous, pale chest. She as well worked it in intensely. There was almost something savage in the way the girls handled him. But, though he was slightly scared, the contact made him anxious. Such release he had never felt. They didn't seem to pull away from him. All but one; Alia. She stood, warily, near one corner of the room., observing. Her face was masked, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Before he had a chance to ask, Elise bit his ear fiercely, forcing him to cry out in pain. Their hands roamed him, up his arms, down his back, across his belly, the water swirling about him. He sank into them and the water, closed his heavy lids, let his inky hair float about his face. Such bliss. . .
Eowyn waited impatiently. The girls had told her that they would be helping her to escape that very evening, though they hadn't explained how. It puzzled her, grateful as she was for their assistance. There was just no way she could remain, her Edoras was calling her. Alia knocked on the door, then commenced to unlocking the it! Eowyn was amazed. Alia entered quietly, and whispered to her.
"Eowyn, we must go now, for this is your chance. I have acquired the pale one's keys, but I must replace them before too long. I have unlocked the front door, and the gateman will lower the gate for you. Take the master's black horse, for he is the smoothest rider. Godspeed to you." Eowyn hugged her tightly.
"I owe you my life, Alia. Thank the others for me? I will return for you all." Eowyn hurried out the door, clutching her heavy robe tightly to her. The black steed paced eagerly at her arrival. She mounted him, and rode on toward Rohan.
What will happen? Will Eowyn make it to Rohan? Will the girls hold out and keep her escape a secret? Will Grima finally get laid? All these questions will be answered in the next and final chapter!
"My Lord Grima," she called to him from the open doorway. "You cannot sleep?"
"No," he replied. "I cannot. It is so cold." The young girl ventured further into the room.
"Perhaps some warm milk will help to clear away the cold." She offered to fetch him some. He nodded gratefully. Once she returned, he took the glass into his thin hands.
"What is your name?" He asked her softly.
"Fara," the girl said simply. Grima sipped the milk. The cup was emptied, but the cold remained. "I see that you shiver still, my Lord. Would you like a warm bath?"
He considered it a moment, "I suppose a warm bath would do me some good. Thank you, Fara." The girl departed to heat some water. The blond girl came to claim him for his bath.
"My Lord Grima," she entered with the same royal greeting. "Your bath awaits you."
Grima let the mists of the room surround him when he went into the room. The vapors were warm, comforting. The three maids were there, and he expectantly waited for them to leave. When they did not, he gave them a questionable look. There was no answer, only Elise removing his large, black robes. He was bewildered, a little startled. She didn't stop at his robes, but continued to remove his layers of clothing as he stood in shock. Once his clothes were in a pile on the floor, she grasped him firmly by the arm, and led him into the water. This frightened him a little, for he'd never been treated as such by a woman, and embarrassment crept into him. Though her grip was firm, there was also a tenderness in it, easing his shyness. That was what it was, shyness, because there were few women in Middle Earth who would dare to look at him, least of all undress him. The dark one began to rub oil into his shoulders. At once, his fears were forgotten. Her hands were steady, smooth. They released the deep-set tension that made his muscles ache daily. She worked his bony shoulders deeply. Fara spread some oil onto his lustrous, pale chest. She as well worked it in intensely. There was almost something savage in the way the girls handled him. But, though he was slightly scared, the contact made him anxious. Such release he had never felt. They didn't seem to pull away from him. All but one; Alia. She stood, warily, near one corner of the room., observing. Her face was masked, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Before he had a chance to ask, Elise bit his ear fiercely, forcing him to cry out in pain. Their hands roamed him, up his arms, down his back, across his belly, the water swirling about him. He sank into them and the water, closed his heavy lids, let his inky hair float about his face. Such bliss. . .
Eowyn waited impatiently. The girls had told her that they would be helping her to escape that very evening, though they hadn't explained how. It puzzled her, grateful as she was for their assistance. There was just no way she could remain, her Edoras was calling her. Alia knocked on the door, then commenced to unlocking the it! Eowyn was amazed. Alia entered quietly, and whispered to her.
"Eowyn, we must go now, for this is your chance. I have acquired the pale one's keys, but I must replace them before too long. I have unlocked the front door, and the gateman will lower the gate for you. Take the master's black horse, for he is the smoothest rider. Godspeed to you." Eowyn hugged her tightly.
"I owe you my life, Alia. Thank the others for me? I will return for you all." Eowyn hurried out the door, clutching her heavy robe tightly to her. The black steed paced eagerly at her arrival. She mounted him, and rode on toward Rohan.
What will happen? Will Eowyn make it to Rohan? Will the girls hold out and keep her escape a secret? Will Grima finally get laid? All these questions will be answered in the next and final chapter!
