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Chapter 8-Stupid Orcs
Lothiriel woke up and realized that she was no longer sitting under the tree where she was preparing an afternoon meal with her father and Eomer. She suddenly recalled the occurrences that led her to her present location.
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"Well, well, well. What is a princess doing all alone?" a gruff and sinister voice asked.
"Who asks?" Lothiriel said, as she reached for her sword.
"Why do you care?" and with that, Lothiriel felt a rope go around her body. She swiftly turned around to face her abductor. She shuddered at what she came across—an orc. Without thinking twice, she raised her sword and cut him down. However, her attacker was not alone.
Soon, she faced a whole group of them. She gulped. Well, the least that can happen is I will be taken. Obviously, they don't want me dead, otherwise they would have killed me outright. she reasoned, as she raised her sword against another orc. She fell seven more, before feeling a huge knock to her head. Her world went black, as she tumbled to the floor.
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"Lothiriel!" Imrahil yelled as he and Eomer searched the growth around them. Suddenly, what he saw made him sick to his stomach. Orcs. Dead orcs. And Lothiriel's sword.
Eomer cursed in Rohirric when he came upon the sight. It was obvious she had been taken, and her attackers left a well-marked trail of destruction in their wake. He shook as he feared for her life, but then calmed down and rationalized.
Prince Imrahil looked to the younger man, completely at a loss of what to do.
"My Lord Prince," Eomer began, "the direction in which they traveled is well-marked, and it is still yet light out. Let us ride back in haste to Minas Tirith. From there, I shall gather my personal eored and the armies of Gondor, and we shall ride hard until we find her."
Prince Imrahil merely followed dumbly, still in shock, as the men took off in the direction of Minas Tirith.
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Lothiriel heard the door to the room in which she was being held captive, and shuddered when an orc entered.
"What do you want with me? My companions will discover directly that I have been taken, and will not hesitate to bring the armies of Gondor against you. You will be outnumbered, and you will fall," she said, seething with anger.
"I'm only following orders," the orc grunted, as a second figure entered the room. A dark-haired, sinister looking man walked toward her, but clearly backed away when he took a better look at her face.
"You idiots! You have the wrong girl!" the man roared.
"You said to take a princess. She's a princess! I heard them speak! She was with Eomer King, I swear it!" he grunted, as Lothiriel rolled her eyes.
"I said to take the Princess of Ithilien! Incompetent idiot! Although this one is not so bad-looking herself," he closed in closer to her.
"Get away from me you disgusting scum!" she yelled as she kicked at him.
"And a fiery temperament. A fighting spirit, just like Lady Eowyn. I like that," he grinned, as he cheekily reached out to caress her face. Lothiriel spit in his.
"Who are you? And What do you want with the Lady Eowyn? I swear to you upon my mother's grave that I shall slice you in half should a hair on her head be harmed," she warned.
"I am Grima Wormtongue. Aaah, so you know the beautiful maid of Gondor," he said, surprised at this discovery. "You will be a more powerful bargaining chip then I thought," he mused.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"Gondor. And most importantly, my rightful prize. Eowyn," he said, as he laughed and strode out of the room. Lothiriel sat back and prayed to the Valar that her rescue would come quickly.
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Eomer and Prince Imrahil rode into the city. Eomer was about to take off to gather his men and the men of Gondor when Imrahil spoke.
"Bring her back. She is my world," he said, pleading with the man. "Please," he said, as Eomer merely bowed and rushed off to gather his men to arms.
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Eomer rode hard, tracking Lothiriel's trail to an abandoned farm house near South Ithilien. He motioned for the men of Gondor to surround the hut, then he and his men quietly crept up on the small quarters. They were met with dozens of angry orcs. Quickly putting their swords to work, the Rohirrim cut them down without hesitation. Eomer ran through the farmhouse, looking desperately for any sign of Lothiriel and didn't find any.
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Lothiriel heard a great commotion not far from where she sat as the last of her bonds were freed. She stood up, and jumped when the door burst open and her captor glared at her. Without hesitation, she punched him straight in the face, knocking the man out cold. She ran from her holding place, and into the light. She spotted someone familiar.
"Eomer!" she yelled, as she saw him exit a farmhouse adjacent to the barn she was held captive in.
"Lothiriel!" Eomer cried, as he rode up to her and jumped off his horse, holding her in his arms. "Thank the Valar you are safe!" he said, holding her tighter. She returned the embrace, truly happy that this harrowing ordeal was over.
"Eomer," Lothiriel said, when he loosened his grip slightly. "My captor. He said his name was Grima Wormtongue. And the only reason he captured me was to get to your sister! It was a mistake. I was not to be taken, Eowyn was. And now that it has happened, I am glad she is unharmed. I would die to protect her," she swore, as she glanced back at the barn.
"Wormtongue!" Eomer seethed. Yes, he knew the man well. "Where is he?"
"In the barn. He is...I...he is not conscious." Lothiriel led the men to the barn. When Eomer saw him, he kicked Wormtongue, who duly coughed and regained consciousness.
"You!" Eomer seethed with rage as he held up his sword. "You would defile the name of my sister and injure the Princess of Dol Amroth? I would have thought that with Saruman defeated and the ring of power destroyed, you would not have the guts to do it," he spit on him.
"Eomer, wait!" Lothiriel pleaded with him. "Do not kill him."
"Aaah, so you do fancy me, princcess," Grima had the cheek to say, and with that he was rewarded with a swift kick in the groin and a punch in the face from Lothiriel.
"No, scum. I do not fancy you. However, I also do not fancy seeing you receive such a just punishment. Death is too good for you," she spit on him, then kicked him again, as he lay on the floor in pain.
She turned to the men of Gondor and Rohan. "Bind him well. We take him to Gondor,"
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Lothiriel walked to the horses on Eomer's arm as the men quickly bound Grima securely and tied him to a spare horse.
"My lady?" Eomer asked, as Lothiriel started to go pale. She was about to faint, when she felt strong arms catching her.
"Eomer, I am tired," she whispered. "I want to go home."
"And you shall," he said, and with that, he lifted her onto his own mount and jumped up behind her, holding her in his arms as the soldiers prepared to ride back to Gondor.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's been a little while. Hope you like it!
Chapter 8-Stupid Orcs
Lothiriel woke up and realized that she was no longer sitting under the tree where she was preparing an afternoon meal with her father and Eomer. She suddenly recalled the occurrences that led her to her present location.
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"Well, well, well. What is a princess doing all alone?" a gruff and sinister voice asked.
"Who asks?" Lothiriel said, as she reached for her sword.
"Why do you care?" and with that, Lothiriel felt a rope go around her body. She swiftly turned around to face her abductor. She shuddered at what she came across—an orc. Without thinking twice, she raised her sword and cut him down. However, her attacker was not alone.
Soon, she faced a whole group of them. She gulped. Well, the least that can happen is I will be taken. Obviously, they don't want me dead, otherwise they would have killed me outright. she reasoned, as she raised her sword against another orc. She fell seven more, before feeling a huge knock to her head. Her world went black, as she tumbled to the floor.
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"Lothiriel!" Imrahil yelled as he and Eomer searched the growth around them. Suddenly, what he saw made him sick to his stomach. Orcs. Dead orcs. And Lothiriel's sword.
Eomer cursed in Rohirric when he came upon the sight. It was obvious she had been taken, and her attackers left a well-marked trail of destruction in their wake. He shook as he feared for her life, but then calmed down and rationalized.
Prince Imrahil looked to the younger man, completely at a loss of what to do.
"My Lord Prince," Eomer began, "the direction in which they traveled is well-marked, and it is still yet light out. Let us ride back in haste to Minas Tirith. From there, I shall gather my personal eored and the armies of Gondor, and we shall ride hard until we find her."
Prince Imrahil merely followed dumbly, still in shock, as the men took off in the direction of Minas Tirith.
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Lothiriel heard the door to the room in which she was being held captive, and shuddered when an orc entered.
"What do you want with me? My companions will discover directly that I have been taken, and will not hesitate to bring the armies of Gondor against you. You will be outnumbered, and you will fall," she said, seething with anger.
"I'm only following orders," the orc grunted, as a second figure entered the room. A dark-haired, sinister looking man walked toward her, but clearly backed away when he took a better look at her face.
"You idiots! You have the wrong girl!" the man roared.
"You said to take a princess. She's a princess! I heard them speak! She was with Eomer King, I swear it!" he grunted, as Lothiriel rolled her eyes.
"I said to take the Princess of Ithilien! Incompetent idiot! Although this one is not so bad-looking herself," he closed in closer to her.
"Get away from me you disgusting scum!" she yelled as she kicked at him.
"And a fiery temperament. A fighting spirit, just like Lady Eowyn. I like that," he grinned, as he cheekily reached out to caress her face. Lothiriel spit in his.
"Who are you? And What do you want with the Lady Eowyn? I swear to you upon my mother's grave that I shall slice you in half should a hair on her head be harmed," she warned.
"I am Grima Wormtongue. Aaah, so you know the beautiful maid of Gondor," he said, surprised at this discovery. "You will be a more powerful bargaining chip then I thought," he mused.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"Gondor. And most importantly, my rightful prize. Eowyn," he said, as he laughed and strode out of the room. Lothiriel sat back and prayed to the Valar that her rescue would come quickly.
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Eomer and Prince Imrahil rode into the city. Eomer was about to take off to gather his men and the men of Gondor when Imrahil spoke.
"Bring her back. She is my world," he said, pleading with the man. "Please," he said, as Eomer merely bowed and rushed off to gather his men to arms.
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Eomer rode hard, tracking Lothiriel's trail to an abandoned farm house near South Ithilien. He motioned for the men of Gondor to surround the hut, then he and his men quietly crept up on the small quarters. They were met with dozens of angry orcs. Quickly putting their swords to work, the Rohirrim cut them down without hesitation. Eomer ran through the farmhouse, looking desperately for any sign of Lothiriel and didn't find any.
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Lothiriel heard a great commotion not far from where she sat as the last of her bonds were freed. She stood up, and jumped when the door burst open and her captor glared at her. Without hesitation, she punched him straight in the face, knocking the man out cold. She ran from her holding place, and into the light. She spotted someone familiar.
"Eomer!" she yelled, as she saw him exit a farmhouse adjacent to the barn she was held captive in.
"Lothiriel!" Eomer cried, as he rode up to her and jumped off his horse, holding her in his arms. "Thank the Valar you are safe!" he said, holding her tighter. She returned the embrace, truly happy that this harrowing ordeal was over.
"Eomer," Lothiriel said, when he loosened his grip slightly. "My captor. He said his name was Grima Wormtongue. And the only reason he captured me was to get to your sister! It was a mistake. I was not to be taken, Eowyn was. And now that it has happened, I am glad she is unharmed. I would die to protect her," she swore, as she glanced back at the barn.
"Wormtongue!" Eomer seethed. Yes, he knew the man well. "Where is he?"
"In the barn. He is...I...he is not conscious." Lothiriel led the men to the barn. When Eomer saw him, he kicked Wormtongue, who duly coughed and regained consciousness.
"You!" Eomer seethed with rage as he held up his sword. "You would defile the name of my sister and injure the Princess of Dol Amroth? I would have thought that with Saruman defeated and the ring of power destroyed, you would not have the guts to do it," he spit on him.
"Eomer, wait!" Lothiriel pleaded with him. "Do not kill him."
"Aaah, so you do fancy me, princcess," Grima had the cheek to say, and with that he was rewarded with a swift kick in the groin and a punch in the face from Lothiriel.
"No, scum. I do not fancy you. However, I also do not fancy seeing you receive such a just punishment. Death is too good for you," she spit on him, then kicked him again, as he lay on the floor in pain.
She turned to the men of Gondor and Rohan. "Bind him well. We take him to Gondor,"
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Lothiriel walked to the horses on Eomer's arm as the men quickly bound Grima securely and tied him to a spare horse.
"My lady?" Eomer asked, as Lothiriel started to go pale. She was about to faint, when she felt strong arms catching her.
"Eomer, I am tired," she whispered. "I want to go home."
"And you shall," he said, and with that, he lifted her onto his own mount and jumped up behind her, holding her in his arms as the soldiers prepared to ride back to Gondor.
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Author's Note: Sorry it's been a little while. Hope you like it!