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No Choice
Eowyn Shield Maiden of Rohan walked a steady pace along side Gimli who was atop Arod the horse. The talk was light and cheerful despite the situation at hand, the situation at hand being the people of Rohan trekking towards the safety that Helms Deep had to offer. Eowyn worried for her people and knew full well that a war was at their feet.
She knew her uncle; King Théoden was only doing what he believed was right for the people he ruled over. He believed the alliances that were once sanctioned with his land existed no more. Because of this Eowyn knew her uncle was thinking that Rohan would not have a chance against Saruman's troops. This was where Eowyn had to disagree with her uncle. Despite the fact that the odds were indeed stacked up against them there was hope.
There was always hope, you only had to believe that it was there. Eowyn believed this even more than she would have thanks to those who had liberated her uncle from Saruman's spell. She trusted in the elf, man and dwarf that had come into Rohan with the message that war was upon them. It felt natural to trust them for whatever reason. Eowyn just knew that these three would not deceive nor abandon them in a moment of great distress.
There was too much at stake. Lives of many were at jeopardy. Eowyn's only desire was to help more than she was allotted. The wish and passion to step over that line that had been drawn not by herself but by others that had cared about her and some that hadn't was strong. Sometimes she didn't believe herself to be capable of staying in the same spot her uncle had brandished her.
She wanted to do more. Eowyn believed that she could do more. These feelings she kept buried for the moment. There was no sense in dwelling on such things on the walk to Helms Deep. The day was beautiful, the air was crisp and she was enjoying hearing Gimli speak of his people.
"It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance they are often mistaken for dwarf men."
At Gimli's declaration at his people's women appearing like men she had a giggling fit. Eowyn could not believe that that was true. To see whether or not Gimli was telling the truth she looked back at Aragorn. Aragorn who was behind the two riding on Brego beside King Théoden was listening to Gimli also. Anytime an opportunity arouse when Gimli could talk about his people he seized it. This particular story Aragorn had heard before. Nonetheless, it made him smile despite all the troubled thoughts his mind was going over. He grinned widely at Eowyn's smiling face when she turned to him.
"It's the beard," he whispered and mimed a beard with one hand.
This only worsened Eowyn's giggles but she managed to control them and turn back to talking to the dwarf. Gimli hadn't even noticed the exchange between the two humans. He continued on talking.
"And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women. And dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! Which is of course ridiculous. Whoa!"
Arod jutted forward throwing Gimli off his balance completely. The dwarf fell from the horse in one ungraceful heap. Again, Eowyn wanted to laugh but concern for Gimli overruled her desire for laughter. She raced forward to see if Gimli was alright.
"It's alright! It's alright! Nobody panic! That was deliberate. It was deliberate."
Gimli quickly hopped up and dusted off his bum. His apparent embarrassment was written all over his face. Looking down at Gimli, Eowyn could tell that he could provide many more smiles throughout the journey.
Daylight shrank away forcing the very large party to stop for the night. Fires were set up, dinner was cooking and sleeping roles were being laid out. Stars hung crystal clear in the sky giving off a serene feeling. In a situation like the one the people of Rohan were in night would have brought with it a feeling of uneasiness but this night there was none. There was an indescribable stillness in the air despite the fact that there were a number of people in the area.
It made Legolas a little apprehensive. He did not know such stillness. He was used to hearing the sound of night owls and crickets but there was none this night, not even the rustle of nearby leaves could be heard. Legolas knew that it was because of what was taking place. Sauron was rising in power. A great evil was battling for control.
He was well aware that when things were tossed from their natural order because wildlife tended to exhibit abnormal behavior. Casting the thought aside so he could think about it later, he began to look for Aragorn among the throng of people. The two had not spoken very much after Amara's stunt. It was not that Legolas was avoiding conversation with Aragorn or even that he was still upset about Amara, it was that he wished to focus more solely on what was happening. The presence of Amara was missed greatly but there were greater and regrettably more multifaceted problems than the run away empath. Legolas spotted Aragorn quite easily.
The man sat by hearty fire smoking a pipe a little ways from everyone else. Legolas could see the stress written on Aragorn's face. The elf felt for the man seeing as he was going through so much. Aragorn could've very well had the most on his plate out of everyone present. He worried about Frodo and Sam and how they faired on their own journey to destroy the Ring.
He worried about the other hobbits Merry and Pippin and wondered whether or not they made it to safety. His thoughts often strayed to Arwen and now that Saruman had his eyes set on Rohan that was placed on Aragorn's list. He cared about the people of Rohan's well being. They were not just King Théoden's people but also his own, his brethren and he felt responsible for them as well. Then there was Amara, his sister and only known living kin to him.
When she went off to do Valar knows what, Aragorn experienced a wide range of emotions. He was upset that Amara had decided to go to Saruman herself, he worried about her, he questioned her sanity but then he knew that all his energy could not be used on fretting about whether or not his sister was alright. There were issues that needed to be addressed, happenings that had to be faced. It was not that no one else worried over these issues, it was just that Aragorn seemed to take these issues a bit more personally than everyone else had. Legolas understood this about his friend. Aragorn was a very complex and caring person.
Should he choose to embrace his right to the thrown of Gondor, he would make an exquisite king simply because he included his heart when he thought. Legolas sat across from Aragorn and greeted his friend quietly. Aragorn had sensed Legolas coming towards him before the elf had sat down. He moved the pipe from his mouth and blew smoke through his lips. To be honest, Aragorn did not feel up to conversation.
So many thoughts went through his head. Most of them were not pleasant. His thoughts were on the people he considered to be his family. Aragorn was uncertain of himself. He did not know where he should go from here. While he knew what was happening, what the inevitable was going to be he did not know where he stood in the grand scheme of things.
Aragorn suddenly found that everything he had spent his life running from and avoiding was coming towards him and there was not a thing that could be done about it. He now realized that all those long years of running had been for nothing. His destiny had caught up with him and was engulfing him slowly.
"Legolas," Aragorn spoke as a way of greeting.
Sensing that Aragorn was a bit on edge mentally, Legolas decided to keep things light. He himself did not wish to speak of things that would make the heart heavy or bring forth unwelcome feelings.
"I only wish to see how you fair."
Legolas looked at Aragorn expecting the man to tell him how he was, tell him something. He knew that more thoughts resided in Aragorn's head than the man could count. He knew this because it was the same for him. These days thoughts screamed through his head and the only thing that was keeping him sane was hope and determination to set things right.
"I am afraid that I do not exactly know how I fair."
Aragorn placed his pipe down beside him. He then returned his gaze to the fire, not really wanting to look at the elf across from him. Legolas sat comfortably watching Aragorn, knowing that sooner or later when Aragorn wished to speak he would do so.
After a full minute Aragorn said, "My thoughts are of Arwen."
That one sentence spoke many things. Legolas fully understood the man on such a topic but he chose to say nothing. He opted for looking at Aragorn through the fire and remaining silent until more was said. Aragorn was already bringing forth a subject Legolas did not wish to touch upon. He did not want to delve into this conversation further than necessary in all honesty. The topic of Aragorn and Arwen only served to remind him of himself and Amara as selfish as it was.
"I do not believe that she has made the right decision," said Aragorn as he threaded his fingers together.
"Her decision, Aragorn, is hers to make, no one else's. I am sure she has already told you something similar."
Aragorn smirked and looked into the elf's face. "Yes, she has told me something to that extent." Aragorn took a moment to pick up a branch in front of him and toss it into the fire. Both he and Legolas watched as the flames licked at the branch, devouring it within its heated fury.
"I only wish what is best for her."
Legolas' crystalline eyes switched from the fire to Aragorn. He could see the need for solace in Aragorn's eyes. The need to know the he was doing something right was shinning within the man. Legolas waved his hand over the fire and then dropped it in his lap.
"Tell me Aragorn, do you think it would be best for Arwen to sail away with her people and never see you again? Because to do so would mean her death." Legolas spoke those words with a soft fierceness. The flames reflected in the eyes of the elf made them look more intense.
Aragorn knew the answer and Legolas knew that Aragorn knew the answer to the question he had posed. Aragorn looked at Legolas dead on as if silently telling the elf what he thought. The sound of the fire's crackling took the place of conversation between the two. It erased the feeling Aragorn had been getting since his thoughts had been of Arwen.
What Legolas had said cleared up his doubt. Arwen loved him and should he have her choose the alternative, she would slowly fade away due to a broken heart. Aragorn looked at Legolas and hoped that the fate of a broken heart was not that of Legolas'. Legolas loved Amara and now that she was gone, had ventured blindly into whatever was waiting for her; he could only hope that nothing would bring her harm. Aragorn too worried over his sister and prayed for her safety. It was the only thing that he could do for her at the moment.
Remembering something about Amara, Aragorn grinned.
"I cried pools of tears which made even the hardest of hearts mourn," Aragorn spoke clearly into the night. "My heart bores nothing and I fear for my foes. No one knows what the shadows do after dark. Where they lie and where they lark. Do not doze during the night. For you choose to miss out on other lives. Follow your fortunes and mind your dreams. Grow and flow your brain will do when heart is high and mind is new. "
Once Aragorn had stopped speaking and the fire's crackle and pop took over, Legolas looked at him with slight confusion as to what Aragorn had said. Aragorn tossed a twig into the fire before answering Legolas' silent question.
"Amara told it to me one day. It is one of her favorite poems."
That tidbit Legolas had not known. There were a number of things that Legolas did not yet know about Amara despite the fact that he had lived with her on her world for almost a year. Amara was not someone he wanted to discuss right now. It would do no good for him he thought.
"My thoughts are of Amara also. I cannot help but think that I should have kept a much closer eye on her," Aragorn muttered.
Legolas sighed before letting his eyes stray from the fire and to Aragorn once more. "I do not think you or anyone else could have stopped her." Legolas folded his arms against his chest before speaking more. "I believe that she wanted to make use of her abilities."
"To think that she could face Saruman herself would be foolish," Aragorn said sharply. He still could not believe the antics of his sister. Saruman was no person to take lightly at all. Amara knew that, but she still went. Amara had taken it upon herself to walk into a den of evil with no concern for the consequences of her actions or what others would have thought. Her last act had been to leave them all a message that she was alright. How long would she be alright though?
"I agree with you." Legolas whispered. He tried not to think about the predicament Amara was in. He only wished to focus on his own matters. He thought that if he thought about the things that were happening around him more than Amara he would forget of his worry.
"I only wish to know what was going on in her head," Aragorn continued. There was frustration laced in his voice. "What did she plan on doing once she finally faced him? What was she hoping to-"
Aragorn's aggravated questions where interrupted by Legolas. The elf's eyes momentarily portrayed what he was truly feeling. It was quickly extinguished once Legolas cast his eyes downward at the dirt.
"I do not wish to pursue the topic any longer." He stood and turned to walk from Aragorn and rid his head of thoughts about Amara.
Aragorn saw that Legolas was about to leave him. He never realized that the conversation of his sister made the elf uncomfortable. Aragorn knew that to speak of Amara must've been anything but easy but he did not realize it would be something that Legolas could not take.
"My friend," Aragorn said in means to stop the elf from walking away from him. Once he saw Legolas stop in his tracks he pushed himself from the ground and caught up with Legolas. Aragorn placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder. For a minute Aragorn did not know what to say to placate Legolas' mood. He sure was going to try though, it was the least he could do to return the favor of Legolas putting him more at ease about things.
"I know you miss her greatly," whispered Aragorn.
Legolas wanted to say yes, that he did miss her. He wanted to say this because maybe if he admitted it to himself out loud he would feel a bit better but he was feeling something bigger than the simple act of missing Amara. As soon as he recognized it he could not deny it.
"I do miss her." When he said this Legolas did not look at Aragorn.
There was something else in the elf's voice that made Aragorn look at him more intently.
"I think….I think that I am more angered with her than anything," Legolas whispered with astonishment.
It was a horrible thing to admit. Especially since he knew not whether she was well or not. Legolas simply could not help the feeling that came forth. He was angered with her because he knew that she had not thought her actions through. She jumped blindly into a plan that she had probably thought about for all of two minutes. They had left her in the stables so that Saruman would not gain knowledge of her being there and instead she had handed herself right to him.
"You have every right to be angry at her. I too was angered at first," Aragorn stated.
"And you are no longer angered with her?"
Aragorn shook his head. "I am not. I know that her intentions were pure if not a little mad. To be angry with her would accomplish nothing."
Legolas knew this and knew that Aragorn was right. Being angry with Amara would accomplish nothing in this battle. Still nothing could stop the feelings from coming forth. For now he would simply bury them away.
"You are right." Legolas gave the briefest of smiles. "I can not help the thought of her traveling down the same path that she only just emerged from. Tell me how I should stop these thoughts."
Aragorn knew the path all too well Legolas was speaking about. When Amara had died. Everyone felt distraught over her death because it had came upon a time when things were beginning to reach their peak. Her death a second time would be a low blow. Truth be told, Aragorn knew that there was not a thing that he could do or say to put Legolas at ease about Amara unless he could some how manifest her there between the two of them.
"I can not give you a solution only a suggestion. Focus on the situation in front of your eyes instead of what you can do nothing about." It was the only thing that Aragorn could advise at the moment. He gave Legolas a sturdy pat on the shoulder before returning back to the fire.
Legolas studied the ground for a moment. He'd continue to face forward and try to diminish the constant thoughts of Amara.
'She has gotten herself into trouble that only she herself can get out of.'
It was a harsh thought but it was one that was true. He could not get her out of the predicament she had placed herself in. He could only hope that whatever she had wanted to gain from following Wormtongue was going exactly like she had wanted it to. Until he saw her again Legolas would continue to place all of his focus on the people of Rohan and see to their safety. Legolas looked up from the ground and walked farther from Aragorn, trapped in his own thoughts.
Amara opened her eyes and tried to take in her surroundings. She was in a room lit by candles, numerous candles and despite all the light that they were bringing forth there were still shadows that lurked about. The room was cold and drafty but there was no window in sight. Amara sat up from the bed that she had been resting on and looked around further. In an odd gloomy way the room she was being held captive in was beautiful.
The furnishings set about the room were black but had faint rose patterns set in them. There was only one other door besides the one that she had came through in and she bet dollars to donuts that the other door did not lead to freedom. Shaking her head of the cobwebs that had been weaved in her brain she emerged from the bed. When the blackened candles had been lit she did not know, but it meant that someone had been in the room while she was asleep. Amara was thankful that she was still in the same clothes she had arrived in.
The thought of anyone touching her body from Saruman's gang made her feel repulsed. Amara went over to the newly found door and gave the knob a tug. Inside was a small bathroom. Taking a look around it, there was nothing in there that would've been of any use to her and to top it off it too was windowless. She was probably too far up to be able to jump from a window anyway. Amara left the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She leaned against the door and tried to calm the quick breaths that were coming from her mouth in panic.
'I messed up. I messed up. I messed up,' she kept thinking.
Amara closed her eyes and kept thinking her negative mantra. What she needed was a real slap in the face to get her head on straight. She had told herself numerous times that she had opened up this can of worms and she had to be the one to put the top back on it. Shaking her head once more she went back to the bed and sat on the edge. Amara wrung her fingers together as her brain thought up ideas of what would come next.
Obviously, Saruman had come to the conclusion that she had other plans in mind that did not include helping his cause. There could be no other way of convincing him that she was on his side. Not for the first time Amara thought that she had not thought her plan all the way through. Now she was in the hands of someone who had planned to use her against her friends. Amara let out a breath and decided to do the only thing she could for the moment.
Sit there.
Of course she could have walked up to the door she had came through and stipulate her need to speak with Saruman at that very instant but something told her that the best thing to do was to wait for the enemy to come to her. So she abided her time with heavy thought on what she would do when she came face to face with the wizard again. What kind of front would she put up? What would she say? One thing that was certain was that any questions the wizard insisted on knowing she would not answer.
Amara would never betray her friends or anyone based on the decision that she had made to follow Wormtongue.
How long she stayed keyed up in the room she did not know but she did know that it had to have been hours. She sat on the bed and listened to silence. There were not even footsteps outside the door to hear. The black candles that filtered through the room had long burned down and the flames had extinguished themselves leaving the empath in complete darkness. The only light that was brought forth came from the hall that infiltrated the space between the door and the floor.
The wait for someone became so long that she thought about thinking up a means to escape. It had become nerve racking to just sit around and wait and the silence was beginning to kill her nerves. Amara drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She thought about how mad Legolas probably was with her and how much she wished she could see him again. She wished that she could just rewind time just this once and fully think her actions through.
"I'm an idiot," she told herself in disgust.
Just as fouler names for herself were being thought up the door to the room opened. Amara quickly dropped her feet to the floor and shot her attention to the door. An orc limped into the room holding a plate. Its atrocious appearance made Amara want to look away but instead she stared more. One of its eyes was missing and a liquid substance leaked from its socket. The skin on the orc was a green brown color and Amara just knew that the orc probably didn't know what a bath was.
The orc came up to her and thrusted the plate towards her. Amara looked at the plate and then to the orc. The plate laced with many fruits, orange slices, grapes, pears, apples and some she couldn't identify but all of them appeared delicious. The thought of eating flew from her mind as her eyes settled on the orc. Anything that was being given to her by the enemy she wasn't about to except. There was a plethora of possibilities, all awful, waiting for her outside of the room she was in.
Amara would be damned if she let a plate of fruit bring her inevitable doom just because she was hungry.
"No thanks," Amara said with a shake of her head.
The orc grunted none too patiently. It jabbed the plate into her chest and sneered at her baring sharpened yellow teeth. Amara picked up on its apparent annoyance but did not care. Taking the plate she stood and faced the orc full on.
"I said NO THANKS!" She pushed the plate of fruit back at the orc. The force of her push was great enough to make the orc go back a few steps with the plate and cause a few pieces to fall to the floor. Growling more, the orc kneeled to the floor, its one eye never leaving her and picked up the fallen fruit. Amara stood there and did not move. She could feel her heart begin to pick up speed.
"I want to speak with Saruman."
The orc placed the last bit of fruit back on the plate and moved back towards the empath. With its eye it looked at her viciously.
"Eat." Its voice was deep and hard sounding.
At least that gave away its gender…Amara hoped.
"I'm not hungry," Amara said briskly trying to down play the rising fear and nervousness within herself. "I want to speak with Saruman."
"Eat," the orc spoke with force.
"I want to speak with Saruman."
"Eat!" Dark saliva spat from the orc's mouth.
"I want to speak with Saruman." Amara kept her voice void of emotion albeit that was the very thing brewing within her.
"I want to speak with Saruman."
The orc held out the plate to her. "Eat! Eat!"
"I want to speak with Saruman."
"No!" The orc yelled having had enough. "You will not speak to my master until he is ready. You will eat."
"No, I will not eat!" For emphasis that she meant what she said she took the plate of fruit from the orc and sent it crashing to the floor. The plate shattered before her and she looked defiantly at the orc.
The orc growled like an animal.
'Why does it feel like I dug a grave for myself?'
Amara found herself backing up from the orc as it came closer to her. With each step that she took from the orc she felt her confidence drop. The back of her legs hit the end of the bed in no time. She swallowed hard as the orc got close enough for her to feel its breath cross her skin.
"You will eat! It is my duty to make sure that you do."
Amara felt her mouth moving on its own accord before her brain could register anything. "I will eat nothing that you or anyone else gives me."
Growling once more, the orc turned from her and Amara felt a bit of satisfaction slip into her ego. That though was quickly squashed when the orc bent down and picked up one of the pieces of fruit had scattered on the floor. When he turned back to her Amara knew that she was in trouble. The orc held up a piece of fruit that she couldn't identify. He was once again in her face, its dank breath on her.
No words came from the orcs this time. Its actions spoke louder than anything that had been previously said. With rough, coarse hands that were not so much like hands, the orc gripped her arms and made to shove her onto the bed. Thinking more quickly than she ever had, she raised her knee to where she hoped was the orcs groin. Her knee connected with its target making the orc let go of her.
She used the opportunity to push the orc and move to the opposite side of the room. The door leading to the hall had to have been locked so instead she ran to the bathroom door and stood in front of it. She did not go in because she still needed information from the orc. Cowering in the bathroom would've gotten her nowhere.
'I'm the sister of Aragorn. I can handle one stupid orc,' she told herself silently and begged to the heavens that she was right.
It only took a quick moment for the orc to recover. Explicit words escaped from the orc's mouth as it limped towards her. Seeing the opportunity that the orc was a bit on the hurt side, Amara made to kick him in the stomach. The orc, however, sensed her action and managed to catch her foot. Before she could blink her foot was being twisted and when her foot turned the rest of her body made to follow resulting in her crash to the floor. A dull ache emanated from her ankle making her groan out.
She was pulled around to face the hideous orc as it straddled her. The piece of fruit loomed in front of her face. The orc was desperate it seemed to get her to consume the fruit at any cost.
"You will eat this damn fruit or I'll gut you myself," the orc growled out.
Amara knew that that was the farthest from the truth. Saruman wanted her alive or he wouldn't have put her up in a somewhat charming room. He would have left her in a dungeon of some sort. He wanted her alive for her power any idiot knew that. Spying something from the corner of her eye, Amara got an idea. There was a piece of the shattered plate next to her head.
"Go ahead and gut me. I'm sure your master wouldn't be too-"
Before she could finish her sentence the piece of fruit that the orc had looming over her face was brutally stuffed into her mouth. Instead of protesting out right her hand shot to the piece of plate and lodged it into the neck of the orc. During this swift action Amara closed her eyes so as to not see her hand do the actual deed. The orc lifted its hands to its neck and let out a croak. When she felt blood drip its way on her face she pushed the orc from off her body.
Gingerly she sat up, moved her head to the side and spat out the fruit with a look of revulsion on her face.
"I'd like to see you gut me now," she muttered at seeing the orc laying unmoving on the floor, blood pouring from its neck.
Triumph would have worked its way from her had not the door opened to reveal who she had been requesting to see the whole time. Saruman stood in the doorway with a displeased expression on his face.
Legolas was taking the advice that he had been given. By himself he scouted ahead for any signs of danger. The act drew his mind from Amara and what trouble she might be in. It was absolutely true that he could do nothing for her so he did his best not to trouble his mind on the matter. Legolas knew that it was only natural for him to be concerned over her, but now was absolutely not the time to do so.
Others depended upon his natural abilities and of course he was not going to let anyone down. With his bow tightly clutched in his hand he took long strides over the knoll. Legolas kept his eyes and ears sharp and sensitive to anything that was out of the ordinary. There were still no sounds of nature, which put him on edge already. He had to have been a few meters away from the people of Rohan and its soldiers and therefore he was much more focused without the noise that the large party brought.
Legolas did not wish for the people of Rohan to be slaughtered so he distanced himself from them so that he could perform to the best of his abilities. The elf took more steps across the land and stopped to survey the area around him. It was a stunning sight to take in but for the moment that was not what Legolas was focusing on. Something was not right and he could feel it in the air. It wasn't just the lack of sounds that should have been incorporated into a beautiful day but it was something unnerving about everything around him.
It made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
"There's evil here," he whispered.
Legolas took more steps forward. The feeling he was getting got stronger and stronger with each step. The elf stopped and surveyed the land ahead of not just him but all of Rohan's people. His eyes caught on to what he hoped against. Legolas only wished a safe passage for the people of Rohan. Obviously that was yet another one of his wishes that was not meant to be granted. There gaining speed towards the large party was an assemblage of warg riders.
Everyone had to be warned of the upcoming danger. With quick speed, Legolas turned around and made his way back to the party.
Amara took a gulp that she knew could be heard within a five mile radius. She gained all her wits promptly and stood up and away from the orc that she had only just killed. Amara did not believe that Saruman would have been happy with her killing off one of his henchmen but the empath in her said other wise. It was quite the opposite. She sensed within him a sick sense of pleasure for her actions.
Although it did not show on his face, he felt it. The wizard walked further into the room and closed the door behind him. Eyes not leaving Saruman, Amara wiped the orc blood from her cheek with her sleeve. She put up the cold hard façade that she first used with the old wizard. He was not going to break her, not for anything.
Saruman looked to the dead orc on the floor and faintly nodded his head. "This is excellent," he spoke.
Amara's brow crinkled with confusion. She too looked at the dead orc lying on the ground.
"This shows that you have a great potential."
In the pit of her stomach Amara felt a lump begin to form.
"What do you mean this shows I have a great potential?"
Saruman looked up from the corpse on the floor and into Amara's face, his pale eyes glittering with something she couldn't quite identify.
"You brought the end to a creature that only wished to give to you sustenance. It means a great many things sister of Aragorn."
Scoffing Amara shook her head. "He-It was trying to poison me!"
"Oh no my dear," Saruman smiled and leaned over to pick up a fallen grape. He placed the fruit in his mouth and chewed gingerly. "He was not attempting to poison you."
Amara wished to god that the smile would be wiped clean from the wizards face. Not in anyway had it disgusted her that the orc had only been trying to give her food and she killed it. Amara would have taken nothing from him. Anyway, he had tried to do so violently and she more than felt that he had it coming.
"This….this act shows me that you have the potential to be a great and mighty asset to our side should you agree to follow my command," Saruman explained.
Amara shook her head. "I'm not following your command. You and I both know that you want me to spill the secrets of the hobbit that carries the Ring and the plans King Théoden and my brother are attempting to carry out. I'm telling you right now that I will tell you nothing until you direct me in how to make my power stronger!"
Saruman's eyes seemed to grow colder at what she had said. He stood closer to her, his height looming over her somewhat stunted figure.
"And I will tell you of nothing until you give me the information that I so desire! Do not play games with me!"
"I'm not playing games," Amara spat out giving Saruman an equally evil look.
"Do you think while I stand here your friends remain safe for the time being since you have my undivided attention?"
Unknowingly, Amara began to pale. Her mouth stayed shut, not daring to say a word.
At his apparent upper hand, Saruman smirked for a brief moment. "As we speak I've sent out Warg Riders to take down the people of Rohan. I know where they travel, I know where their destination is and I know how to bring them down!"
Silence passed between them shortly. Amara thinking up a million different scenarios that could possibly happen just because she was present in Middle Earth. Millions of things could change; nothing was set in concrete anymore.
Shakily she said, "Well I guess you have no need for me then."
Again Saruman smirked. "You are wrong my dear, very wrong."
The wizard took her by the arm and pulled her roughly from the room leaving the corpse of the orc behind.
