Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings is not mine.

The key to the cage

Today I saw him.

I saw Aragorn and he was amazing. Do you know what he did? He asked me about me. That was the weirdest sensation.

I had been the longest time since any one had done that.

He asked me the strangest question. "What do you fear my lady?"

I told him I feared a cage. Nothing else seemed fitting enough. Then I remembered what I truly feared.

Losing him. Losing Grima, but on seconds thought's I'd already done that.

A single tear falls down my face as I lay in the cold grass. We are on our way to Helms Deep and we would be arriving early tomorrow afternoon if things went to plan.

But I was so scared of arriving in that place. It would be just like the Golden Hall of my uncle. A cage.

I remember when lived back there, being a teenage when Grima had just walked in to my life. He was thirty years and I was just past my sixteenth. He and I got along well at first. I liked him. He was not a brother, a uncle or indeed a father figure to me.

I couldn't describe him or the relationship I had with him and to this day that hadn't changed.

All I remember as I lay here was the days he would take me riding across the plains of Rohan.

He set me free and took me out the cage and now he was gone.

I am alone and I am scared but he promised I would never be that.

It is now I realise. He is the key to the cage and until I find him again, I will always be locked away.

A/n: I know it's not the best but I tried.

Please don't flame me!