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Note to the reader: This is my first LOTR fiction and well I have a thing for helping out the bad guys as you can tell from my portfoilio hehe well yeh heres my best shot at a Grima Wormtongue romance fiction. This first part is from the book pages 147 to 148 (book three/six). I'm currently writing a Smith fiction (The Matrix) so this will have to smooth you over until I update again.
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Prolog:
"But you, Wormtongue, you have done what you could do for your true master. Some reward you have earned at last. Yet Saruman is apt to overlook his bargains. I should advise you to go quickly and remind him, lest he forget your faithful service."
"You lie," said Wormtongue.
"That word comes too oft and easy from your lips," said Gandalf. "I do not lie. See Theoden, here is a snake! With safety you cannot take it with you, nor can you leave it behind. To slay it would be just. But it was not always as it now is. Once it was a man, and did you service in its fashion. Give him a horse and let him go at once, wherever he chooses. By his choice you shall judge him."
"Do you hear this, Wormtongue?" said Theoden. "This is your choice."
Slowly Wormtongue rose. He looked at them with half-closed eyes. Last of all he scanned Theoden's face and opened his mouth as if to speak. Then suddenly he drew himself up. His hands worked. His eyes glittered. Such malice was in them that men stepped back from him. He bared his teeth; and then with a hissing breath he spat before the king's feet, and darting to one side, he fled down the stair.
"After him!" said Theoden. "See that he does no harm to any, but do not hurt him or hinder him. Give him a horse if he wishes it."
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Sadira's muscles ache endlessly as she tried to clean off the three horses that were now housed in her area of the stables. Her own mouth Kidar, a lean muscled stallion which she had raised since he was no more then a fuzzy black colt just weaned from his mother's underbelly; the horse stood in the stall next to Shadowfax. Dracon was Kidar's half brother but bore a fine dark brown coat rather then the deep black of his sire. She let her hands roam over his perfect and unscarred soft hide even when the lord counciler entered the dingy stables she was loathed to stop. Dracon was her pride and joy for the past two years, since she had trained him not to buck any rider that was unfortunate to try and use him as a mount.
"I'm in dire need of a fast and swift horse, the king has taken leave of his sences and dimissed me but not before allowing me to take a horse and supplies." said Wormtongue fast and in a hurry.
"As my Lord Grima commands me, I would give you my own horse but he has a fear of men so Dracon...he will have to do. He is still not fully trained but his sire was a smart horse as well as his dam was." Sadira bowed quite low and found her lord at eye level as she rose up.
"Why do you not call me Wormtongue? Or some foul saying I know they call me beind my back when I am not looking." he demanded.
"You my lord are not a creature to be made fun of, you in your heart of hearts are a man like any other. I call you Lord Grima because you are just that milord." she bowed again and quickly sattled the fine brown stallion.
First the riding blanket squarely centered with the front legs then the fine leather riding gear with at last the bit-piece went in. Dracon did not like his mouth having anything but sweet grass and apples in it but what ever the woman wanted him to do he would for she was his human mother. This male with her set the young horse's nerves on their very tips, the way his eyes moved over his human-dam. Kadir felt it too and whined very loudly scaring the two humans.
"Kadir settle down or I wont ride you tonight!" she threatened back.
"It appears he does not want to lose his stable mate to me." Grima smirked.
"He is a stubborn stallion and had I not interfered at either of their births they would be meat for the dogs many years past milord." she sighed as she finished up.
"I will return him to you one day then as a token of friendship milday."
"I am no high-born woman sir, my name is Sadira but returning him means much to me milord. More then anyone could ever know." she didn't speak to loudly but it was loud enough for Grima to hear clearly.
He snuck behind her with such ease and cunning that even the horse's eyes didn't register until he whipped her around. The hot breath from him intermingled with her own for a few brief seconds as he lavished several strong kisses on her. The leaping on the horse he backed away from the stall and moved toward the eastern exit but stoped at the large doorway.
"Call that a small thank you gift for your kindness. Look for your dear Dracon in a fortnight by the king's field. Good night dear Sadira." he whispered her name as a lover would after a night of passion.
"Ride swift as the wind milord, ride safely." she called out to him.
Though this had been her first kiss with a man since she was a young girl reaching maturity. La'nar had warned her many times about the so called stronger sex wanted from it's weaker counter part. As an older sister and only guardian it was in La'nar's sole right to choose who could court Sadira. Of course no one had bothered to tell her just how well a man could feel against one's own two lips.
This would wait to later, the matter of compinsation for the loss of a fine stallion would be settled between Grima and Sadira in a fortnight but the king could yet yield to her demands for new equipment for the horses. Hiking her thick skirts and petty coat she quickly walked up the cold and dirty stone steps up to Golden Hall of the king. The guards had long abandoned their posts once the former counciler had been removed from Edoras. Pausing at the entery way the young woman sighed as she looked upward to the twin horses that were mounted on either side of the door. The bright white pain that once showed their features for all to see had chipped and faded away like much of the city over the past few seasons. Even the thick paint from the massive doors had disappeared during the colder months. Small critters seemed to come alive in Sadira's belly as she knocked ever so softly to announce her self to the lords within the chamber.
"Come in" ordered the familier voice of King Theoden.
Slowly like a tiny mouse attempting to out manover the house feline that was awaiting it, Sadira moved in to the huge room where King Theoden and Legolas the elf from the woods of Mirkwood. They were deep in conversation, deep rooted concern sat on their faces like masks but they didn't mind the young woman who had impeaded on the talk.
"Good day milords" said Sadira politely to the men as she entered.
"Aye it is now that I am myself again, your from the stables are you not? I think I regonise you a little." Theoden spoke softly to her ears.
"Hello milady." greeted the fair haired elf.
"I've just seen off the former lord Grima but with him he took my second best horse by the name of Dracon. A young fresh stallion full of life and love now rides away with one of the most disliked men of the kingdom and milord I was wondering..." she let her sentence trail on not sure of what to say.
"You wish compinsation for the chestnut stallion that foul beast took with him at my command?" the king asked.
"Yes milord." Sadira responded quickly.
"There is a horse herd not more then two days out towards the king's field. Ten strong mares and a very young grey stallion." Legolas spoke up.
"Well then you have leave to gather enough men to take any one of the eleven horses to replace the one lost." Theodan nodded slightly and left to seek out the wizard.
A mare from the wild herds was worth fourty of any horse (save for the wizard's mount) now stabled in the city of Edoras. This offer was unbelievabley good thus it took several seconds for it to really seep in to Sadira's mind. The elf watched the woman's face for a few brief moments before speaking.
"Did the beast speak to you before he departed?" Legolas questioned.
"For a short while he did milord." Sadira wanted to leave but once a lord speaks to you then your not permitted to leave until dismissed.
"What did he say?"
"Just that the king had taken leave of his sences and the lord Grima requested a horse." she kept her eyes to the ground avoiding the unsettling blue eyes of the elf.
"I did not care much for the worm and your king is good to be rid of him."
"If you don't mind my lord...there are a few people who held some respect for the counciler Grima. He never mistreated us and often send down grain for the animals when they were in short supply. His only fault was the lord he himself served..." said Sadira.
Legolas said a fairwell and went to locate Aragorn for he had a urgent need to speak at great depts with the heir of Gondor.
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Five days past like water over rock, the burial of the prince took two days but no one worked, danced or played during the morning period. The job of collecting a mare from the herds fell on La'nar and Sadira. Two small women against a young horse was folly but no men from the village would come to their aid for they were outcasts. Rain had fallen the previous night causing the grass to become slippery and hard to get a decent foothold in. Not more then a night after they left the winds of fate turned ever so quickly against them as a second storm moved in. A black stallion ushered a loud challenger to one of the horses tied up causing more grief then necessary. It is hard to quiet down a young male no matter what species they were if they had been challenged by another.
"Shhh settle down my dear love...you'll answer his call on the morrow and then you will win us the wild herd." coo'ed the young girl.
"Aye and if he doesn't I'll make a fine bed from his lovely hide." La'nar threatened lightly.
"You do that and I'll tell that man you have a eye on what you truly think of him"
"If you weren't my only blood sister left, I'd hang ya"
Just as quickly as her sister awoke did she fall right back a sleep. Her face nessled deep in the thick blanket they both shared for sleeping while traveling the long road. Despite the constant threats from either sister they shared a great link that only hardship could ever forge between people.
Some where deep within the forest glowing eyes watched Sadira's form sleeping under the canopy of blazing stars. Leaves rushled around the being not causing anything more then a passing glance around to ensure no one was close by. Darkness was fading slowly as the dim fall sun rose. There were presious few hours remaining before all would be bathed in the glowing yellow rays of morning. The city had been emptied during the past day as it's residents fled to Helm's Deep for safety from Saruman's impending forces.
Feeling the need to venture closer he edged ever so carefully toward the two sleeping figures. Rolling around Sadira had managed to remove the blanket from around herself and lay shivering just a little. Reaching out he grasped the wool cover and wrapped it around the long haired woman. As a viper striking a preditor a hand moved fast and grabbed a hold of his wrist but did not hold on thightly.
"Lord Grima?" Sadira whispered lowly so not to awake her sister.
"Come with me a moment" he responded.
Clutching her traveling cloak she rose and walked toward the thick woods allowling her former lord to lead her by his hand keeping close. The damp leaves pressed against her skin causing skin to appear lumianesent under the silver moon above. Two handful of minutes passed until a clearing came into view. In its center was a warhorse packed with few supplies and by it lay a smoldering fire.
"I needed to see you safe." Grima spoke at last.
"With my sister with me there are few things that can cause me worry"
"Just the same, war is brewing in these parts. Edoras is only filled with dust and empty buildings. Theodan has ordered people to the fortress in hopes they will be safe there." He spoke amazingly low.
"Helm's deep is not my place no matter how awful this bloody war gets. I shall not be caged like a raven under glass." she still held his hand as they spoke, not wanting to break the contect.
"You have shown great trust in me but you have not shown me why"
"Long ago when my parents died I was shunned as was my sister. Our grandmother was a paid whore and for a time so was my mother. Our lord father came into her life and whisked away the past and made a lady of her but when they died the villager's did not see two helpless girls but two children of wasted flesh. I truly know what it is liked to be mocked openly and I wish never to do the same to any man,woman or child." she recounted.
The soul laid bare there was nothing of hatred or anger just a child on the verge of becoming a woman. Scars of past deeds done against a person stood out as did their personality. Wormtongue had never been shown compassion in his entire life, not even the king Theodan gave him one lick of true admirasion. Evil had spred its giant black wings across the land that it had created many people that held a inner strength that would match those of ancient legend.
Now two of its creations stood side by side stilling grasping on to hope that no one deserves to be alone even if they owned the darkest of hearts in the wide world. A symbol of mankind a woman and a man standing side by side with hands linked together.
A pack of wolves howled far off into the dence forestry , they call out for their breathern in the distance eager to unit once more. For a moment the humans did not hear the sound of the wilds but instead they heard their own hearts beating. Suddenly the stablewoman looked away and broke their contact.
"Milady come with me to Isengard in the great tower no one will chose your fate there. Your life would be forfitted to me as would the life of your sibling should she join us." he moved closer now just bare inches from Sadira.
"What use would your master have of a stablegirl and a tavern barmaid?" Sadira asked.
"He is doing it as a favour to me and in return I will do anything for him without question or comment." 'I do not trust your king, the elf told him about what you said. Come with me' his eyes pleaded.
"Then let us ask my sister when she wakes up in the bright morning." she turned to leave but Grima cought her wrist.
"Let us ride my mount back after all it would save us more then half the time."
"La'nar would most likely try to skin me alive if I got there before she woke up so I hope your mare is up to double riding" said Sadira while smiling.
"Why are you grinning like a coury jester?"
"You have never tried to make that oaf of a woman wake up before dawn milord and may the Gods bless me on this."
Grima got up on to the warhorse thightened the riens then aided Sadira up behind him. Unaccustomed to having two seperate riders Uthandan shifted uneasily nearly dropping the woman right off of him. As a natural instink she grabbed thighly onto the black haired and ivory skinned man for dear life.
The sound of hooves on forest floor was loud enough for them to hear but only them. A few yards out only fading shadows and night creatures existed. Leaves were starting to dry out bit by bit allowing the cool clean water to rise once again into the partly clouded sky. Quickly the clearing passed behind them like wind in the meadow. When the campsite came into clearing it was apparent that the lady La'nar was wide awake and very angery. If the former counciler wasn't riding in front of her sister it was very likely a cooking pot would have made it's way to Sadira's forhead.
"Bloody hell you little devil-child...I was half mad lookin for ya!" La'nar yelled at her sibling as she dismounted.
"The fault is mine I feared waking you so we walked a fair distance to my camp to speak." Grima spoke kindly.
"And who in the seven red hells are you?"
"He is Lord Grima or as most call him Wormtongue. He has come from Isengard with a place for us to stay while our dear king fights himself silly at Helm's Deep" reponded Sadira as she stepped in between La'nar and Grima.
"So the fool ran to the fort,eh? Figured he would damn man. Aye I'll go with ya and him only because I have to look out for my only blood relitive I've got left. Not to mention..." La'nar raised a eyebrow in questioning of the so called lord.
"Dear gods La'nar you have a filthy mind.." Sadira rushed past and sattled up Kadir before continuing out of ear shot "We've only kissed once and besides it was only in thanks for lending out my horse..."
"So he kissed ya did he? I hope he is interested in a marage contract and not a roll in the hay sister."
"War always makes you think of marrying me off to who ever has a fancy in me. Now get your damn horse ready we have more then a day's riding left before we can reach the tower."
The camping gear was in piles tossed about the dampened grass. It took longest to pack or basicly to find. Forks lay feet apart from pots and blankets in a very disorganised pattern sowed apon the field. Because it was in La'nar's mind, this mess was her sister's fault, the pots were moved to Sadira's mount. They banged loudly no matter how someone arranged them differently. As decicately as a lady could she didn't complaine about it but instead continued onward.
Not word or song pasted between any lips during that long silent day as the trio rode on to the black tower of Isengard. Midday meal was as silent as morning break and the same for the brief moment they stopped to water the mounts. As often as possible La'nar spent much time watching the exiled man who had come to rescue them from the war. Long hair as dark as the cloak he worse, eyes as cold as winter's first breath but with such a blue colour it rivaled the summer skies but it was his skin that made the man stand out.
'He would make a fair offer if I make a contract with him for my sister. Aye my time is up but she's still a young lass. A pity I wasn't tweenty years young again ...I'd have her married off and myself included.' La'Nar thought to herself as the rode continuely forward. It was not until Kadir stood still and refused to move would they make camp. The women slept near the camping gear and the one man unrolled his own gear near his horse.
"Why is it your sister keeps eying me as if I was some cattle for sale in the market square, Lady Sadira?" Grima questioned.
"She's concerned is all after all me and her are all thats left of our family line. She also is thinking of a marage contract in her head. La'nar's brows wrinkle when theres that sort of thought in her mind.If it matters naught, could you drop the Lady bit? I'm as baseborn as the nearest bastard milord" Sadira raised her voice so that her sister could hear.
"Aye I'll make you one thats for sure sister" cried out La'nar from the bushes.
"I see...may I give you a kiss...my..lad..Sadira? To fill my mind with happy thoughts as I go to sleep?" he asked honestly.
"I admit I've never kissed anyone before but I'll hear no compla..." she was silenced but a passionate kiss that lasted for more then three minutes and would have lasted longer had not La'nar walked out of her bushes.
"Thats all ye better be doing to her or I'll have your nuts in a jar by midday tomorrow or sooner." she threatened.
"Did I mention she worked in a tavern?" said Sadira smiling.
Note to the reader: This is my first LOTR fiction and well I have a thing for helping out the bad guys as you can tell from my portfoilio hehe well yeh heres my best shot at a Grima Wormtongue romance fiction. This first part is from the book pages 147 to 148 (book three/six). I'm currently writing a Smith fiction (The Matrix) so this will have to smooth you over until I update again.
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Prolog:
"But you, Wormtongue, you have done what you could do for your true master. Some reward you have earned at last. Yet Saruman is apt to overlook his bargains. I should advise you to go quickly and remind him, lest he forget your faithful service."
"You lie," said Wormtongue.
"That word comes too oft and easy from your lips," said Gandalf. "I do not lie. See Theoden, here is a snake! With safety you cannot take it with you, nor can you leave it behind. To slay it would be just. But it was not always as it now is. Once it was a man, and did you service in its fashion. Give him a horse and let him go at once, wherever he chooses. By his choice you shall judge him."
"Do you hear this, Wormtongue?" said Theoden. "This is your choice."
Slowly Wormtongue rose. He looked at them with half-closed eyes. Last of all he scanned Theoden's face and opened his mouth as if to speak. Then suddenly he drew himself up. His hands worked. His eyes glittered. Such malice was in them that men stepped back from him. He bared his teeth; and then with a hissing breath he spat before the king's feet, and darting to one side, he fled down the stair.
"After him!" said Theoden. "See that he does no harm to any, but do not hurt him or hinder him. Give him a horse if he wishes it."
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Sadira's muscles ache endlessly as she tried to clean off the three horses that were now housed in her area of the stables. Her own mouth Kidar, a lean muscled stallion which she had raised since he was no more then a fuzzy black colt just weaned from his mother's underbelly; the horse stood in the stall next to Shadowfax. Dracon was Kidar's half brother but bore a fine dark brown coat rather then the deep black of his sire. She let her hands roam over his perfect and unscarred soft hide even when the lord counciler entered the dingy stables she was loathed to stop. Dracon was her pride and joy for the past two years, since she had trained him not to buck any rider that was unfortunate to try and use him as a mount.
"I'm in dire need of a fast and swift horse, the king has taken leave of his sences and dimissed me but not before allowing me to take a horse and supplies." said Wormtongue fast and in a hurry.
"As my Lord Grima commands me, I would give you my own horse but he has a fear of men so Dracon...he will have to do. He is still not fully trained but his sire was a smart horse as well as his dam was." Sadira bowed quite low and found her lord at eye level as she rose up.
"Why do you not call me Wormtongue? Or some foul saying I know they call me beind my back when I am not looking." he demanded.
"You my lord are not a creature to be made fun of, you in your heart of hearts are a man like any other. I call you Lord Grima because you are just that milord." she bowed again and quickly sattled the fine brown stallion.
First the riding blanket squarely centered with the front legs then the fine leather riding gear with at last the bit-piece went in. Dracon did not like his mouth having anything but sweet grass and apples in it but what ever the woman wanted him to do he would for she was his human mother. This male with her set the young horse's nerves on their very tips, the way his eyes moved over his human-dam. Kadir felt it too and whined very loudly scaring the two humans.
"Kadir settle down or I wont ride you tonight!" she threatened back.
"It appears he does not want to lose his stable mate to me." Grima smirked.
"He is a stubborn stallion and had I not interfered at either of their births they would be meat for the dogs many years past milord." she sighed as she finished up.
"I will return him to you one day then as a token of friendship milday."
"I am no high-born woman sir, my name is Sadira but returning him means much to me milord. More then anyone could ever know." she didn't speak to loudly but it was loud enough for Grima to hear clearly.
He snuck behind her with such ease and cunning that even the horse's eyes didn't register until he whipped her around. The hot breath from him intermingled with her own for a few brief seconds as he lavished several strong kisses on her. The leaping on the horse he backed away from the stall and moved toward the eastern exit but stoped at the large doorway.
"Call that a small thank you gift for your kindness. Look for your dear Dracon in a fortnight by the king's field. Good night dear Sadira." he whispered her name as a lover would after a night of passion.
"Ride swift as the wind milord, ride safely." she called out to him.
Though this had been her first kiss with a man since she was a young girl reaching maturity. La'nar had warned her many times about the so called stronger sex wanted from it's weaker counter part. As an older sister and only guardian it was in La'nar's sole right to choose who could court Sadira. Of course no one had bothered to tell her just how well a man could feel against one's own two lips.
This would wait to later, the matter of compinsation for the loss of a fine stallion would be settled between Grima and Sadira in a fortnight but the king could yet yield to her demands for new equipment for the horses. Hiking her thick skirts and petty coat she quickly walked up the cold and dirty stone steps up to Golden Hall of the king. The guards had long abandoned their posts once the former counciler had been removed from Edoras. Pausing at the entery way the young woman sighed as she looked upward to the twin horses that were mounted on either side of the door. The bright white pain that once showed their features for all to see had chipped and faded away like much of the city over the past few seasons. Even the thick paint from the massive doors had disappeared during the colder months. Small critters seemed to come alive in Sadira's belly as she knocked ever so softly to announce her self to the lords within the chamber.
"Come in" ordered the familier voice of King Theoden.
Slowly like a tiny mouse attempting to out manover the house feline that was awaiting it, Sadira moved in to the huge room where King Theoden and Legolas the elf from the woods of Mirkwood. They were deep in conversation, deep rooted concern sat on their faces like masks but they didn't mind the young woman who had impeaded on the talk.
"Good day milords" said Sadira politely to the men as she entered.
"Aye it is now that I am myself again, your from the stables are you not? I think I regonise you a little." Theoden spoke softly to her ears.
"Hello milady." greeted the fair haired elf.
"I've just seen off the former lord Grima but with him he took my second best horse by the name of Dracon. A young fresh stallion full of life and love now rides away with one of the most disliked men of the kingdom and milord I was wondering..." she let her sentence trail on not sure of what to say.
"You wish compinsation for the chestnut stallion that foul beast took with him at my command?" the king asked.
"Yes milord." Sadira responded quickly.
"There is a horse herd not more then two days out towards the king's field. Ten strong mares and a very young grey stallion." Legolas spoke up.
"Well then you have leave to gather enough men to take any one of the eleven horses to replace the one lost." Theodan nodded slightly and left to seek out the wizard.
A mare from the wild herds was worth fourty of any horse (save for the wizard's mount) now stabled in the city of Edoras. This offer was unbelievabley good thus it took several seconds for it to really seep in to Sadira's mind. The elf watched the woman's face for a few brief moments before speaking.
"Did the beast speak to you before he departed?" Legolas questioned.
"For a short while he did milord." Sadira wanted to leave but once a lord speaks to you then your not permitted to leave until dismissed.
"What did he say?"
"Just that the king had taken leave of his sences and the lord Grima requested a horse." she kept her eyes to the ground avoiding the unsettling blue eyes of the elf.
"I did not care much for the worm and your king is good to be rid of him."
"If you don't mind my lord...there are a few people who held some respect for the counciler Grima. He never mistreated us and often send down grain for the animals when they were in short supply. His only fault was the lord he himself served..." said Sadira.
Legolas said a fairwell and went to locate Aragorn for he had a urgent need to speak at great depts with the heir of Gondor.
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Five days past like water over rock, the burial of the prince took two days but no one worked, danced or played during the morning period. The job of collecting a mare from the herds fell on La'nar and Sadira. Two small women against a young horse was folly but no men from the village would come to their aid for they were outcasts. Rain had fallen the previous night causing the grass to become slippery and hard to get a decent foothold in. Not more then a night after they left the winds of fate turned ever so quickly against them as a second storm moved in. A black stallion ushered a loud challenger to one of the horses tied up causing more grief then necessary. It is hard to quiet down a young male no matter what species they were if they had been challenged by another.
"Shhh settle down my dear love...you'll answer his call on the morrow and then you will win us the wild herd." coo'ed the young girl.
"Aye and if he doesn't I'll make a fine bed from his lovely hide." La'nar threatened lightly.
"You do that and I'll tell that man you have a eye on what you truly think of him"
"If you weren't my only blood sister left, I'd hang ya"
Just as quickly as her sister awoke did she fall right back a sleep. Her face nessled deep in the thick blanket they both shared for sleeping while traveling the long road. Despite the constant threats from either sister they shared a great link that only hardship could ever forge between people.
Some where deep within the forest glowing eyes watched Sadira's form sleeping under the canopy of blazing stars. Leaves rushled around the being not causing anything more then a passing glance around to ensure no one was close by. Darkness was fading slowly as the dim fall sun rose. There were presious few hours remaining before all would be bathed in the glowing yellow rays of morning. The city had been emptied during the past day as it's residents fled to Helm's Deep for safety from Saruman's impending forces.
Feeling the need to venture closer he edged ever so carefully toward the two sleeping figures. Rolling around Sadira had managed to remove the blanket from around herself and lay shivering just a little. Reaching out he grasped the wool cover and wrapped it around the long haired woman. As a viper striking a preditor a hand moved fast and grabbed a hold of his wrist but did not hold on thightly.
"Lord Grima?" Sadira whispered lowly so not to awake her sister.
"Come with me a moment" he responded.
Clutching her traveling cloak she rose and walked toward the thick woods allowling her former lord to lead her by his hand keeping close. The damp leaves pressed against her skin causing skin to appear lumianesent under the silver moon above. Two handful of minutes passed until a clearing came into view. In its center was a warhorse packed with few supplies and by it lay a smoldering fire.
"I needed to see you safe." Grima spoke at last.
"With my sister with me there are few things that can cause me worry"
"Just the same, war is brewing in these parts. Edoras is only filled with dust and empty buildings. Theodan has ordered people to the fortress in hopes they will be safe there." He spoke amazingly low.
"Helm's deep is not my place no matter how awful this bloody war gets. I shall not be caged like a raven under glass." she still held his hand as they spoke, not wanting to break the contect.
"You have shown great trust in me but you have not shown me why"
"Long ago when my parents died I was shunned as was my sister. Our grandmother was a paid whore and for a time so was my mother. Our lord father came into her life and whisked away the past and made a lady of her but when they died the villager's did not see two helpless girls but two children of wasted flesh. I truly know what it is liked to be mocked openly and I wish never to do the same to any man,woman or child." she recounted.
The soul laid bare there was nothing of hatred or anger just a child on the verge of becoming a woman. Scars of past deeds done against a person stood out as did their personality. Wormtongue had never been shown compassion in his entire life, not even the king Theodan gave him one lick of true admirasion. Evil had spred its giant black wings across the land that it had created many people that held a inner strength that would match those of ancient legend.
Now two of its creations stood side by side stilling grasping on to hope that no one deserves to be alone even if they owned the darkest of hearts in the wide world. A symbol of mankind a woman and a man standing side by side with hands linked together.
A pack of wolves howled far off into the dence forestry , they call out for their breathern in the distance eager to unit once more. For a moment the humans did not hear the sound of the wilds but instead they heard their own hearts beating. Suddenly the stablewoman looked away and broke their contact.
"Milady come with me to Isengard in the great tower no one will chose your fate there. Your life would be forfitted to me as would the life of your sibling should she join us." he moved closer now just bare inches from Sadira.
"What use would your master have of a stablegirl and a tavern barmaid?" Sadira asked.
"He is doing it as a favour to me and in return I will do anything for him without question or comment." 'I do not trust your king, the elf told him about what you said. Come with me' his eyes pleaded.
"Then let us ask my sister when she wakes up in the bright morning." she turned to leave but Grima cought her wrist.
"Let us ride my mount back after all it would save us more then half the time."
"La'nar would most likely try to skin me alive if I got there before she woke up so I hope your mare is up to double riding" said Sadira while smiling.
"Why are you grinning like a coury jester?"
"You have never tried to make that oaf of a woman wake up before dawn milord and may the Gods bless me on this."
Grima got up on to the warhorse thightened the riens then aided Sadira up behind him. Unaccustomed to having two seperate riders Uthandan shifted uneasily nearly dropping the woman right off of him. As a natural instink she grabbed thighly onto the black haired and ivory skinned man for dear life.
The sound of hooves on forest floor was loud enough for them to hear but only them. A few yards out only fading shadows and night creatures existed. Leaves were starting to dry out bit by bit allowing the cool clean water to rise once again into the partly clouded sky. Quickly the clearing passed behind them like wind in the meadow. When the campsite came into clearing it was apparent that the lady La'nar was wide awake and very angery. If the former counciler wasn't riding in front of her sister it was very likely a cooking pot would have made it's way to Sadira's forhead.
"Bloody hell you little devil-child...I was half mad lookin for ya!" La'nar yelled at her sibling as she dismounted.
"The fault is mine I feared waking you so we walked a fair distance to my camp to speak." Grima spoke kindly.
"And who in the seven red hells are you?"
"He is Lord Grima or as most call him Wormtongue. He has come from Isengard with a place for us to stay while our dear king fights himself silly at Helm's Deep" reponded Sadira as she stepped in between La'nar and Grima.
"So the fool ran to the fort,eh? Figured he would damn man. Aye I'll go with ya and him only because I have to look out for my only blood relitive I've got left. Not to mention..." La'nar raised a eyebrow in questioning of the so called lord.
"Dear gods La'nar you have a filthy mind.." Sadira rushed past and sattled up Kadir before continuing out of ear shot "We've only kissed once and besides it was only in thanks for lending out my horse..."
"So he kissed ya did he? I hope he is interested in a marage contract and not a roll in the hay sister."
"War always makes you think of marrying me off to who ever has a fancy in me. Now get your damn horse ready we have more then a day's riding left before we can reach the tower."
The camping gear was in piles tossed about the dampened grass. It took longest to pack or basicly to find. Forks lay feet apart from pots and blankets in a very disorganised pattern sowed apon the field. Because it was in La'nar's mind, this mess was her sister's fault, the pots were moved to Sadira's mount. They banged loudly no matter how someone arranged them differently. As decicately as a lady could she didn't complaine about it but instead continued onward.
Not word or song pasted between any lips during that long silent day as the trio rode on to the black tower of Isengard. Midday meal was as silent as morning break and the same for the brief moment they stopped to water the mounts. As often as possible La'nar spent much time watching the exiled man who had come to rescue them from the war. Long hair as dark as the cloak he worse, eyes as cold as winter's first breath but with such a blue colour it rivaled the summer skies but it was his skin that made the man stand out.
'He would make a fair offer if I make a contract with him for my sister. Aye my time is up but she's still a young lass. A pity I wasn't tweenty years young again ...I'd have her married off and myself included.' La'Nar thought to herself as the rode continuely forward. It was not until Kadir stood still and refused to move would they make camp. The women slept near the camping gear and the one man unrolled his own gear near his horse.
"Why is it your sister keeps eying me as if I was some cattle for sale in the market square, Lady Sadira?" Grima questioned.
"She's concerned is all after all me and her are all thats left of our family line. She also is thinking of a marage contract in her head. La'nar's brows wrinkle when theres that sort of thought in her mind.If it matters naught, could you drop the Lady bit? I'm as baseborn as the nearest bastard milord" Sadira raised her voice so that her sister could hear.
"Aye I'll make you one thats for sure sister" cried out La'nar from the bushes.
"I see...may I give you a kiss...my..lad..Sadira? To fill my mind with happy thoughts as I go to sleep?" he asked honestly.
"I admit I've never kissed anyone before but I'll hear no compla..." she was silenced but a passionate kiss that lasted for more then three minutes and would have lasted longer had not La'nar walked out of her bushes.
"Thats all ye better be doing to her or I'll have your nuts in a jar by midday tomorrow or sooner." she threatened.
"Did I mention she worked in a tavern?" said Sadira smiling.