Chapter twenty now. Wow. I have never stuck with a story for so long. I
believe that I am really getting somewhere with this one and I fully intend
to finish it. I can feel it now Aahz is either applauding me or she is
doubting me and still applauding me for the effort and change of heart. I
have to tell Aahz thought that this isn't a.... Nevermind. I shall not
argue... I shall not argue.... I shall not....
I have to thank you Losing grip for subliminally telling me to use an internet spell check to check my stories. I never really even thought of it. Now I can have decent nearly comprehensible stories for your viewing pleasure.
Disclaimer: I DISCLAIM!!!!! I DISCLAIM!!!!!
Okay what should happen now? Well you can't tell me what to write because it is already pretty well planned. Just let me get back on track.... Ah here it is... I remember now.
ENJOY FOR THIS FIC CONTINUES HERE*
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* I couldn't see. I hadn't seen anything for an interminable amount of time. The shadows of the room were no longer shadows. They were the whole. It was as if the deepest darkest pit of hell had engulfed the room. I couldn't see at all. Only feel. And what I felt was something I would rather block out of my mind forever. In my blindness I lain on the frigid damp floor not knowing of any passing of time besides the speed in which the worms and critters of the eternal night crept under me. They crawled through my torn and tattered once fine dress as if it was a newfound nest. I cried when I first felt them. I struggled to stand up and be rid of them but there was no standing up in this small space. The hole in the fabric of my existence. The nothingness. For surely I had not known such nothingness before. I felt as if I was buried alive. And with time I allowed the bugs to seep into the places I normally would not have allowed. They plagued my soggy hair and crawled over my stomach. I did not care. My mind had more pressing matters to attend to.
Chained to the floor under my back, lodged uncomfortably was my old sword. The Grime had been secured to the muddy stones that I lain on before I had even been thrown in this vile pit of darkness. That must be why Wormtongue chose this room to hold me in. Hold. What a funny word for such a situation. Dammit! Assuming that I was to be held here is also to assume that I may be moved from here! And that my friends is an impossibility. He told me a long time ago that I was never to leave. He whispered this to me in my ear after he first ripped my dress. It must have been a very long time ago because my dress is shredded. It is no longer even recognizable as a dress. It is not wearable. I had shoved the remains of it under my back to relive the pain of the swords digging into my spine. It seemed to only worsen the predicament. I could still feel the sword under the dress. The contour of the steel blade hard and crude against the soft and maddeningly damp dress. Everything was wet. My whole being shivered in the cool dampness.
I cannot leave.
Where ever did I find the audacity to convince myself that I was so strong of will that I could never be broken? Every thing that I ever told my self was absolute horse shit. I have been broken in more ways than just one. My body aches in every part but the feeling of that pain is damped by the exquisite aching of my soul. The flame in me had been drenched in this dark room. I cannot save myself! There is no hope for me. People died because I was too stupid to realize the foolishness of Amaden's plan. Why did I even agree to it? Was I that naive? If I was I should have died along time ago. No one deserves to be so stupid. I thought that I was happy. Why didn't I just leave Wormtongue to his own business? Why didn't I just let him have me? Why did I have to be so stupid? I am stuck in this damned room because I was too stupid to see that if I had keep to the right safe side of things I wouldn't have wasted my prospects in life. How foolish can a person possibly be? Everything is gone.
Amaden was probably an agent of Wormtongue after all. He was sent to lead me back to him. It isn't very likely that that man is stupid enough to think that our plan may have possibly worked. And what better way to goad me into returning than to tell me that there is a way to save my people. Heroics... Disgusting that someone could play off my good will.
Faramir....... Oh my heart aches. It should explode. Faramir... Did you betray me also?
I cannot take this.
My mind began to race soon, craziness setting in. my thoughts quickened in pace and intensity, my heart ready to explode with the pressure of it all. The darkness of this room is swallowing me. I cannot think straight. The room is swirling into a dark abyss, an oblivion as my mind shall soon be if I do not get out of here. This man is ruining me. Where is my pride? Have I lost all I hold dear? Is there nothing left for me? Am I going to die here? Raped again and again and again. What can I do? I have no power over any of this. I am nothing. There is nothing. My god save me. What should I do?
In my rage I screamed a blood curdling scream and to my horror, foot steps stomped down the hall at a ferocious speed torwards me. Oh no, I thought. He is coming again. He is coming. I cant do anything about it. I wish he would just die and leave me alone. Maybe if I just let go of my mind and forget about things he will leave me alone. Maybe if I am not afraid of him anymore he will not bother me. If I am-
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the small creaking of the door open after the bolt and silently been opened. The noise was faint. Anybody else might of missed it but after lying in this dark pit of a cell for this long I knew it by heart. There was nothing else to hear. Nothing but the foot steps.
I didn't cower in the corner. I did not move at all. I was tired. Oh so very tired and to move would be to show I was afraid. I could not allow Wormtongue to see my fear. To show fear would be to give in. He divines in my hatred and my fear. To give him what he wants, my emotions, is to make him feel like he is powerful and strong. To show fear would be to bring more upon myself. The last time I didn't move as I do now he beat me. With out a plausible reason he did so. I will bore him eventually.
No light had entered the chamber in that the hall outside the cell was pitch black as well. Callused hands roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me torwards him. At the feeling of my naked flesh his breath drew in. Instead of pushing me down he had pulled me forward. What evils has he in store for me now?
"What do you want from me?" I knew the answer to the question but it was spoken with a forced tone of boredom to alert Wormtounge to only what I wanted him to think.
"Eowyn." Amaden! It is Amaden's voice! Amaden is here? Is he here to hurt me too?
"Amaden." I said in a stoic voice.
Amaden heaved me against him, holding me up by the arm pits and throwing the door to the cell open. he pulled me out of it. Immediately he let me go still conscious of my nudity. He stood up to his full height while I sat cross legged and weak I couldn't see as I was still blind from the darkness. I heard him collapse back to his knees and felt him wrap his long scarlet cloak about me. As he did so I could see an image of emerald green in front of me in the darkness behind my cloak of darkness. I could see his form clearly as he bent torwards me. Oh he is so warm and dry feeling. I felt kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, my hands, and my cheeks. They were placed with such fervency and tender care that I was to wonder if this was the same man who had treated me with such brutality on the suicide mission here.
"Eowyn. You are frigid and I know your time here has been more terrible than any could imagine but we must not linger here. Grima is to come again within the time of fifteen minutes and if he finds us my search for you will be in vain. I had no idea where he had put you and until you screamed I was certain that I wouldn't. I do know where Faramir is however and if we are prudent in our steps we may be able to tear him away from his interrogators. After we get him we take the tunnel from the wine cellar back to Lemnon's shop. If we become seperated you make your way straight there. No more heroics." It stung. "I mean it Eowyn. I can handle myself and even if I wasn't you do not have enough potency to prevent the will of Grima. If you let yourself get caught again you waste the sacrifice of all who died and Faramir's will. He came to help protect you. If he dies and you survive then he did his job. No heroics."
My eyes were beginning to filter light into them again and I could see light and dark shapes. I could see enough to know where I was going. I have lived in Rohan all my life. The torches were like becons in the dark to my eyes as we turned to leave the hall and go up the stairs. I looked at the emerald green form besides me, the only color I could see, "I have no weapon. My sword Grime is chained to the floor of my cell. Is there any way we can retreive it?"
"We have not the time for such trivial pursuits right now Eowyn." Amaden scolded me quietly.
A voice sounded behind me nearly whispering in his sweet malignant tone Wormtongue ran my sword across my stomach, slicing it open in what I knew was a fatal wound, "You have no time for trivial pursuits now, Lady Eowyn." He lowered me gently to the floor cradling my head like a lover.
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Arghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! I am gonna go bang my head and tear my hair out over this one until I can sit down and write again.
I have to thank you Losing grip for subliminally telling me to use an internet spell check to check my stories. I never really even thought of it. Now I can have decent nearly comprehensible stories for your viewing pleasure.
Disclaimer: I DISCLAIM!!!!! I DISCLAIM!!!!!
Okay what should happen now? Well you can't tell me what to write because it is already pretty well planned. Just let me get back on track.... Ah here it is... I remember now.
ENJOY FOR THIS FIC CONTINUES HERE*
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* I couldn't see. I hadn't seen anything for an interminable amount of time. The shadows of the room were no longer shadows. They were the whole. It was as if the deepest darkest pit of hell had engulfed the room. I couldn't see at all. Only feel. And what I felt was something I would rather block out of my mind forever. In my blindness I lain on the frigid damp floor not knowing of any passing of time besides the speed in which the worms and critters of the eternal night crept under me. They crawled through my torn and tattered once fine dress as if it was a newfound nest. I cried when I first felt them. I struggled to stand up and be rid of them but there was no standing up in this small space. The hole in the fabric of my existence. The nothingness. For surely I had not known such nothingness before. I felt as if I was buried alive. And with time I allowed the bugs to seep into the places I normally would not have allowed. They plagued my soggy hair and crawled over my stomach. I did not care. My mind had more pressing matters to attend to.
Chained to the floor under my back, lodged uncomfortably was my old sword. The Grime had been secured to the muddy stones that I lain on before I had even been thrown in this vile pit of darkness. That must be why Wormtongue chose this room to hold me in. Hold. What a funny word for such a situation. Dammit! Assuming that I was to be held here is also to assume that I may be moved from here! And that my friends is an impossibility. He told me a long time ago that I was never to leave. He whispered this to me in my ear after he first ripped my dress. It must have been a very long time ago because my dress is shredded. It is no longer even recognizable as a dress. It is not wearable. I had shoved the remains of it under my back to relive the pain of the swords digging into my spine. It seemed to only worsen the predicament. I could still feel the sword under the dress. The contour of the steel blade hard and crude against the soft and maddeningly damp dress. Everything was wet. My whole being shivered in the cool dampness.
I cannot leave.
Where ever did I find the audacity to convince myself that I was so strong of will that I could never be broken? Every thing that I ever told my self was absolute horse shit. I have been broken in more ways than just one. My body aches in every part but the feeling of that pain is damped by the exquisite aching of my soul. The flame in me had been drenched in this dark room. I cannot save myself! There is no hope for me. People died because I was too stupid to realize the foolishness of Amaden's plan. Why did I even agree to it? Was I that naive? If I was I should have died along time ago. No one deserves to be so stupid. I thought that I was happy. Why didn't I just leave Wormtongue to his own business? Why didn't I just let him have me? Why did I have to be so stupid? I am stuck in this damned room because I was too stupid to see that if I had keep to the right safe side of things I wouldn't have wasted my prospects in life. How foolish can a person possibly be? Everything is gone.
Amaden was probably an agent of Wormtongue after all. He was sent to lead me back to him. It isn't very likely that that man is stupid enough to think that our plan may have possibly worked. And what better way to goad me into returning than to tell me that there is a way to save my people. Heroics... Disgusting that someone could play off my good will.
Faramir....... Oh my heart aches. It should explode. Faramir... Did you betray me also?
I cannot take this.
My mind began to race soon, craziness setting in. my thoughts quickened in pace and intensity, my heart ready to explode with the pressure of it all. The darkness of this room is swallowing me. I cannot think straight. The room is swirling into a dark abyss, an oblivion as my mind shall soon be if I do not get out of here. This man is ruining me. Where is my pride? Have I lost all I hold dear? Is there nothing left for me? Am I going to die here? Raped again and again and again. What can I do? I have no power over any of this. I am nothing. There is nothing. My god save me. What should I do?
In my rage I screamed a blood curdling scream and to my horror, foot steps stomped down the hall at a ferocious speed torwards me. Oh no, I thought. He is coming again. He is coming. I cant do anything about it. I wish he would just die and leave me alone. Maybe if I just let go of my mind and forget about things he will leave me alone. Maybe if I am not afraid of him anymore he will not bother me. If I am-
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the small creaking of the door open after the bolt and silently been opened. The noise was faint. Anybody else might of missed it but after lying in this dark pit of a cell for this long I knew it by heart. There was nothing else to hear. Nothing but the foot steps.
I didn't cower in the corner. I did not move at all. I was tired. Oh so very tired and to move would be to show I was afraid. I could not allow Wormtongue to see my fear. To show fear would be to give in. He divines in my hatred and my fear. To give him what he wants, my emotions, is to make him feel like he is powerful and strong. To show fear would be to bring more upon myself. The last time I didn't move as I do now he beat me. With out a plausible reason he did so. I will bore him eventually.
No light had entered the chamber in that the hall outside the cell was pitch black as well. Callused hands roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me torwards him. At the feeling of my naked flesh his breath drew in. Instead of pushing me down he had pulled me forward. What evils has he in store for me now?
"What do you want from me?" I knew the answer to the question but it was spoken with a forced tone of boredom to alert Wormtounge to only what I wanted him to think.
"Eowyn." Amaden! It is Amaden's voice! Amaden is here? Is he here to hurt me too?
"Amaden." I said in a stoic voice.
Amaden heaved me against him, holding me up by the arm pits and throwing the door to the cell open. he pulled me out of it. Immediately he let me go still conscious of my nudity. He stood up to his full height while I sat cross legged and weak I couldn't see as I was still blind from the darkness. I heard him collapse back to his knees and felt him wrap his long scarlet cloak about me. As he did so I could see an image of emerald green in front of me in the darkness behind my cloak of darkness. I could see his form clearly as he bent torwards me. Oh he is so warm and dry feeling. I felt kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, my hands, and my cheeks. They were placed with such fervency and tender care that I was to wonder if this was the same man who had treated me with such brutality on the suicide mission here.
"Eowyn. You are frigid and I know your time here has been more terrible than any could imagine but we must not linger here. Grima is to come again within the time of fifteen minutes and if he finds us my search for you will be in vain. I had no idea where he had put you and until you screamed I was certain that I wouldn't. I do know where Faramir is however and if we are prudent in our steps we may be able to tear him away from his interrogators. After we get him we take the tunnel from the wine cellar back to Lemnon's shop. If we become seperated you make your way straight there. No more heroics." It stung. "I mean it Eowyn. I can handle myself and even if I wasn't you do not have enough potency to prevent the will of Grima. If you let yourself get caught again you waste the sacrifice of all who died and Faramir's will. He came to help protect you. If he dies and you survive then he did his job. No heroics."
My eyes were beginning to filter light into them again and I could see light and dark shapes. I could see enough to know where I was going. I have lived in Rohan all my life. The torches were like becons in the dark to my eyes as we turned to leave the hall and go up the stairs. I looked at the emerald green form besides me, the only color I could see, "I have no weapon. My sword Grime is chained to the floor of my cell. Is there any way we can retreive it?"
"We have not the time for such trivial pursuits right now Eowyn." Amaden scolded me quietly.
A voice sounded behind me nearly whispering in his sweet malignant tone Wormtongue ran my sword across my stomach, slicing it open in what I knew was a fatal wound, "You have no time for trivial pursuits now, Lady Eowyn." He lowered me gently to the floor cradling my head like a lover.
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Arghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! I am gonna go bang my head and tear my hair out over this one until I can sit down and write again.
