I do not own LOTR or any of the characters there in. I'm just a lonely girl who wants to see her lonely guy get some action.
Chapter One
"Ceara, though the knowledge you possess would serve me well here, your leachcraft is needed in Rohan. You have foreseen Gandalf break my hold over Théoden. You shall ride to Edoras within the hour with Grima and strengthen my hold."
"As you wish, my Lord." Ceara bowed. "You have been most kind to me since my arrival. I shall do my best to please you."
An hour later they set out together towards Edoras. Ceara was not use to riding a horse for a long period of time, so half way to their destination they stopped. Grima unloaded some food and they ate in the shade of a near by tree. Several times Ceara found Grima staring at her.
"Is there something you wish to ask me?"
"Why did you come to Middle Earth?"
"To find somewhere I belong."
They finished eating in silence and then continued on to Edoras. As they rode, Grima told Ceara how to act once they arrived and what to say about her past. She was a leach from the far reaches of Gondor, come to help King Théoden back to health. Most of the journey they were silent and Ceara rested her head on Grima's back, her arms wrapped around him for stability. She had nearly fallen asleep; lulled by the sounds of the horse and by Grima's musky scent, which was a mix of sweat and sandalwood, when Grima announced their arrival.
Ceara looked up. In front of her was a high gate, above which were numerous roof tops. Above them rose Meduseld, Théoden's great palace. The gate opened and they rode in. Ceara noted the hatred and fear in the eyes of the villagers they passed. What must they think of me, she thought. An outsider riding with the Kings advisor whom all distrust.
"When we dismount I shall escort you directly to your quarters. If anyone speaks to us along the way, remain silent, I shall speak for us both. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Good. I will show you around after dinner tonight. Until then remain in your room."
After they left their horse in the stable, Grima took Ceara to her room along with her belongings. Ceara was stunned by the simplistic beauty of her room, which held only a bed and a table near a fireplace. The bed was covered with deep brown furs and there was a fur rug near the fireplace. She sat down on the bed and ran her hand over the soft fur.
"Make yourself comfortable. I will bring you your dinner when it is time. Until then, remain here while I make sure the servants and others here know about your arrival."
With that he was gone. Ceara busied herself by unpacking her belongings and when she finished she took out her book to read. She opened to her bookmark and stopped. The page was blank. She flipped through the book to find many pages were blank, including the one with Grima's death. She checked more and more pages before something caught her eye. Ceara watched as words began to appear.
'Ceara sat on her bed, book open in front of her. She stared spellbound as words began to show on the once blank page. What is going on, she thought.'
Ceara quickly closed the book and put it at the back of one of the desk drawers. She spent the hours before dinner wondering how her coming here had changed so much.