Ah yes. I have survived until the tenth chapter and people actually like to
read it! This is a new thing for me. You have no idea. It makes me almost
as happy as if I was to be able to get Anne Rice's Vampire Marius^_^ to
have me. He is my best friend. Well, besides my dog, my computer, and well,
my best friends, of course. Now that is talking about pure happiness! Well
for a while anyway. Let's not analyze that, please? Okay, I will write now.
Again to all my splendid reviewers, you make my day, and (to remind you) YOU ALL ROCK!
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Since I had nothing else to wear I ended up donning the smelly riding dress. It was wet and sticky, but I have seen worse than that like when-
Alright, I promise I won't go into any more story telling for a little while. It isn't my forte but I just always have so many things that I want to think about.
I tied my hair back in to a big heaping mess and exited the bathroom to deal with my 'visitor'. Or 'attacker' should I say?
I didn't really know what to think of the elf. Not exactly with a lot of credible integrity, is he? I guess I will have to see. There is no fighting him. Not after what I saw with that poor unfortunate bar of soap. God, I wonder how he did that! Maybe he will teach me. I smiled and then began to frown.
What if he isn't trustworthy? I know that he doesn't want to kill me... yet, but maybe he has other things planned for me. To use me in some way. I will have to keep my eye on him.
In my pungent riding dress, with the slits up to and over the knees on front and backsides for easier manuverablilty on a horse, I left the bathroom. Seated on the small couch across from the gigantic window with a grand view of the city, sat Amaden. He was sitting there reading an old ragged book with an oddly serene composure considering his current situation.
He looked as if nothing could touch him.
He peered up at me from behind his book almost instantly although I had entered the main room of the apartment without the slightest sound.
"Telepathy." He said in a friendly manner as if he was talking about the weather.
"Oh." I smiled and sat down next to him. The proximity was a little too much for me, but I was attempting to restrain myself, to look composed and dignified like he did. I really don't think that it took restraint for him. He looked comfortable! In fact why am I even acting like this! He can read every thought that I am thinking. That explains why he told me his name.
"You aren't at all prudent with your powers. You made yourself suspicious from the very start by answering the very questions that I was thinking as if I had stated them outloud. That would not be a wise thing to do to a stranger... Amaden." I said his name with emphasis as if to prove my point and to also prove that I could handle the stress he put on me..
He broke out laughing quite hardily. It was a real laugh. A tough coarse laugh, but it was a real one all the same and it startled me. He looks so very sinister and hardened. The laugh seemed uncharacteristic. "My dear lady, Eowyn. You are definitely the analyst. If only you could grasp the implications of which you observe so shrewdly. " He frowned darkly. His deep voice was now like a low rumbling and it was no longer singing with his laughter. "If I had not wished for you to know about my gift, then I would not have let you know. If I had not wished for you to see me, then I would not have come to you when I did. If I meant you wrong, I would have left you to Wormtongue's assassins. They would have completed their task had it not been for me." He smirked in what I saw as self-rightousness.
I scowled at the new information. I also scowled at the arrogance of this so-called magician. "Come now, sir Amaden. Surely someone with as GREAT a cunning as your own could have surmised that just your being here, no matter what you have done to me, is threatening enough. If I was not to be ginger of my predicament I would be stupid. I would also be quite dead! What integrity can you claim to have if you sneak into my apartment, and by means in which I do not even know of?"
"Ah. You have brains as well as brawl, then lady Eowyn? That is a potent combination indeed." He stood up and walked over to the elegant fireplace. He picked a candle out of its candlestick and in doing so there was a sound of rusty mechanics crackling and popping through the walls. "Come with me. It is not safe here at the moment, and it is an even greater hazard for you to remain here when we speak of what I came to tell you about." He gestured towards an empty wall. Then he grabbed the wall from the corner of the room and slid it opened. The mechanics in the wall groaned slightly from the pressure, but they gave easily with no added resistance.
"And before I decide to trust you, where, might I ask, does THIS passage lead to?" Amaden seems to have this thing about dark secret passageways, doesn't he?
What point is there to not trusting him? Unless of course he was himself a cohort to Wormtongue. That could be a definite possibility. First off he knew whom Grima was and that he was after me. He even knew about the assassins. Who is to say that he isn't working for The Snake, himself? He certainly looks shifty enough for the job. Well he isn't going to kill me or he would have already done it. He is going to take me back to Wormtongue. I shuddered.
Amaden's face soured in a look of absolute irritation. Obviously he was still reading my thoughts. There is no upper hand for anyone against this guy except the dark Lord himself. "Hurry up! We don't have all day or would you prefer to be skewed with an arrow as you sit there and ponder about me!"
"Is that a threat?" I asked with a tone of defensive menace in my tone. I don't know how long I could stand against him, but I could at least try. I wasn't about to-
Amaden stomped forward and pulled me up by the collar of my ragged dress.
Twang! Twang! Crash!
Two arrows shattered the large window, and embedded themselves in the couch behind me. The arrows were embedded in the wall at the same level as my head had been.
"GET GOING! Now would you rather fight me or die? I have never seen a slower woman in all my six-hundred and forty-nine years!" Amaden bellowed at me and shoved me backwards into the dreary pitch black passageway.
My elbows crashed hard against the stone flooring and began bleeding profusely. The skin was all but torn off the joint leaving an injury that I knew was there but couldn't see in the dark. My eyes were swimming in their sockets and my head lulled left and right on it's swiveling base. I let my breath out harshly.
Amaden barred the passageway and turned towards me but I couldn't see his face. "And what the hell do you think that you were doing? That is a damned good way to get yourself killed. Stupid girl! Come on! We cannot linger here, any longer! We need to go now!" He roared at me.
"And why can't we stay right where we are? You barred the door, didn't you? I demand an explanation to all of this! You cannot just pull me into all these plots and schemes of yours that I have no understanding of! Tell me now!" I hollered hoarsely from the floor. Blood was dripping down my left wrist from when he had thrown me on the ground.
"What I pulled you into? Milady the malady, you did it all on your own! Selfish wretch. The moment you left Rohan you put it all upon yourself. In fact, the very moment you resisted Grima you had doomed yourself! Do not blame me for your foolish actions. Had you any intelligence at ALL you would have known better than to come here! This is the very first place that he thought to look for your wretched hide!"
I stood up, furious, not caring that this man was much bigger than I was, nor that he had the power to destroy me at a whim. "So you do work for him! And let me guess, you came here to drag me back to him. To return me to that Snake. To give me to him so that he could torture me both by way of body and mind. So that he could imprison me with his other enemies. So that he could rape me! You are doing this to me and I will not stand for it! If you think that you will benefit from this, I warn you now that you are wrong! I will not stand for it! I would kill myself before I returned to Rohan against my will." I was practically nose-to-nose to him, standing on the balls of my feet not paying any heed what so ever to the pain searing through my elbows and my head.
He snarled ferociously, "So be it, woman! I don't care, just shut the Mordor up!" He swung his arm backwards and struck me across the face, knocking me unconscious and I landed in his grasp.
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What do you think of Amaden now? He is almost as bad as Wormtongue, isn't he? and you thought that he was going to be a good guy, didn't you? Please review.
Again to all my splendid reviewers, you make my day, and (to remind you) YOU ALL ROCK!
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Since I had nothing else to wear I ended up donning the smelly riding dress. It was wet and sticky, but I have seen worse than that like when-
Alright, I promise I won't go into any more story telling for a little while. It isn't my forte but I just always have so many things that I want to think about.
I tied my hair back in to a big heaping mess and exited the bathroom to deal with my 'visitor'. Or 'attacker' should I say?
I didn't really know what to think of the elf. Not exactly with a lot of credible integrity, is he? I guess I will have to see. There is no fighting him. Not after what I saw with that poor unfortunate bar of soap. God, I wonder how he did that! Maybe he will teach me. I smiled and then began to frown.
What if he isn't trustworthy? I know that he doesn't want to kill me... yet, but maybe he has other things planned for me. To use me in some way. I will have to keep my eye on him.
In my pungent riding dress, with the slits up to and over the knees on front and backsides for easier manuverablilty on a horse, I left the bathroom. Seated on the small couch across from the gigantic window with a grand view of the city, sat Amaden. He was sitting there reading an old ragged book with an oddly serene composure considering his current situation.
He looked as if nothing could touch him.
He peered up at me from behind his book almost instantly although I had entered the main room of the apartment without the slightest sound.
"Telepathy." He said in a friendly manner as if he was talking about the weather.
"Oh." I smiled and sat down next to him. The proximity was a little too much for me, but I was attempting to restrain myself, to look composed and dignified like he did. I really don't think that it took restraint for him. He looked comfortable! In fact why am I even acting like this! He can read every thought that I am thinking. That explains why he told me his name.
"You aren't at all prudent with your powers. You made yourself suspicious from the very start by answering the very questions that I was thinking as if I had stated them outloud. That would not be a wise thing to do to a stranger... Amaden." I said his name with emphasis as if to prove my point and to also prove that I could handle the stress he put on me..
He broke out laughing quite hardily. It was a real laugh. A tough coarse laugh, but it was a real one all the same and it startled me. He looks so very sinister and hardened. The laugh seemed uncharacteristic. "My dear lady, Eowyn. You are definitely the analyst. If only you could grasp the implications of which you observe so shrewdly. " He frowned darkly. His deep voice was now like a low rumbling and it was no longer singing with his laughter. "If I had not wished for you to know about my gift, then I would not have let you know. If I had not wished for you to see me, then I would not have come to you when I did. If I meant you wrong, I would have left you to Wormtongue's assassins. They would have completed their task had it not been for me." He smirked in what I saw as self-rightousness.
I scowled at the new information. I also scowled at the arrogance of this so-called magician. "Come now, sir Amaden. Surely someone with as GREAT a cunning as your own could have surmised that just your being here, no matter what you have done to me, is threatening enough. If I was not to be ginger of my predicament I would be stupid. I would also be quite dead! What integrity can you claim to have if you sneak into my apartment, and by means in which I do not even know of?"
"Ah. You have brains as well as brawl, then lady Eowyn? That is a potent combination indeed." He stood up and walked over to the elegant fireplace. He picked a candle out of its candlestick and in doing so there was a sound of rusty mechanics crackling and popping through the walls. "Come with me. It is not safe here at the moment, and it is an even greater hazard for you to remain here when we speak of what I came to tell you about." He gestured towards an empty wall. Then he grabbed the wall from the corner of the room and slid it opened. The mechanics in the wall groaned slightly from the pressure, but they gave easily with no added resistance.
"And before I decide to trust you, where, might I ask, does THIS passage lead to?" Amaden seems to have this thing about dark secret passageways, doesn't he?
What point is there to not trusting him? Unless of course he was himself a cohort to Wormtongue. That could be a definite possibility. First off he knew whom Grima was and that he was after me. He even knew about the assassins. Who is to say that he isn't working for The Snake, himself? He certainly looks shifty enough for the job. Well he isn't going to kill me or he would have already done it. He is going to take me back to Wormtongue. I shuddered.
Amaden's face soured in a look of absolute irritation. Obviously he was still reading my thoughts. There is no upper hand for anyone against this guy except the dark Lord himself. "Hurry up! We don't have all day or would you prefer to be skewed with an arrow as you sit there and ponder about me!"
"Is that a threat?" I asked with a tone of defensive menace in my tone. I don't know how long I could stand against him, but I could at least try. I wasn't about to-
Amaden stomped forward and pulled me up by the collar of my ragged dress.
Twang! Twang! Crash!
Two arrows shattered the large window, and embedded themselves in the couch behind me. The arrows were embedded in the wall at the same level as my head had been.
"GET GOING! Now would you rather fight me or die? I have never seen a slower woman in all my six-hundred and forty-nine years!" Amaden bellowed at me and shoved me backwards into the dreary pitch black passageway.
My elbows crashed hard against the stone flooring and began bleeding profusely. The skin was all but torn off the joint leaving an injury that I knew was there but couldn't see in the dark. My eyes were swimming in their sockets and my head lulled left and right on it's swiveling base. I let my breath out harshly.
Amaden barred the passageway and turned towards me but I couldn't see his face. "And what the hell do you think that you were doing? That is a damned good way to get yourself killed. Stupid girl! Come on! We cannot linger here, any longer! We need to go now!" He roared at me.
"And why can't we stay right where we are? You barred the door, didn't you? I demand an explanation to all of this! You cannot just pull me into all these plots and schemes of yours that I have no understanding of! Tell me now!" I hollered hoarsely from the floor. Blood was dripping down my left wrist from when he had thrown me on the ground.
"What I pulled you into? Milady the malady, you did it all on your own! Selfish wretch. The moment you left Rohan you put it all upon yourself. In fact, the very moment you resisted Grima you had doomed yourself! Do not blame me for your foolish actions. Had you any intelligence at ALL you would have known better than to come here! This is the very first place that he thought to look for your wretched hide!"
I stood up, furious, not caring that this man was much bigger than I was, nor that he had the power to destroy me at a whim. "So you do work for him! And let me guess, you came here to drag me back to him. To return me to that Snake. To give me to him so that he could torture me both by way of body and mind. So that he could imprison me with his other enemies. So that he could rape me! You are doing this to me and I will not stand for it! If you think that you will benefit from this, I warn you now that you are wrong! I will not stand for it! I would kill myself before I returned to Rohan against my will." I was practically nose-to-nose to him, standing on the balls of my feet not paying any heed what so ever to the pain searing through my elbows and my head.
He snarled ferociously, "So be it, woman! I don't care, just shut the Mordor up!" He swung his arm backwards and struck me across the face, knocking me unconscious and I landed in his grasp.
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What do you think of Amaden now? He is almost as bad as Wormtongue, isn't he? and you thought that he was going to be a good guy, didn't you? Please review.
