Alright... Rated M for the last section on this chapter... I think... Personally I don't think it's really that much of it but it's my first time writing something like this. It'd be very appropriated if you told me how I did :x
Oh and I'll mark it, so if anyone just can't read that, you can skip it.
Chapter 19 (Past) – Surrendering Plea part 2
Eomer could hardly sleep as he waited for the time to come. Somehow, he was glad that he had been here. It meant Grima didn't want to agree to whatever Eowyn proposed. A sad smile appeared on his face as he heard the door open.
Through it, four guards walked in and stopped before his cell. One of them took out a key and opened the door.
The prisoner didn't move until two entered. One spoke: "Eomer, come willingly or we will use force."
Slowly, he got off the ground and stood up, looking at the guards. He saw bits of fear in their eyes as two gulped. It showed that they still saw him as the King's nephew. They were glad he would come willingly, as they all also knew he was hard to restrain.
The two in his cell pulled his hands beck and tied them behind his back tightly with a rope. Pulling on it a bit, they checked if it was strong enough before nodding. The two outside each took hold of the 'traitor's' shoulders and lead him out of the cell and dungeon. Eomer did not resist. All the while they walked, no one spoke. There was no laughing or mocking, as their faces grew grim. They all knew this was wrong. That Eomer was one of the men that would never betray his people or King. But there was nothing they could do. Orders were orders and they lead the man where they were told.
The Marshal knew the way to the execution grounds. And as they walked through the corridors, he recalled the time he walked someone there. He chuckled. He hadn't expected to know where his death would lay. But the smirk vanished when they had turned him to the left, as he unconsciously walked towards the right.
He frowned in confusion as they led him upstairs to what he knew was a balcony right above the House of Eorl.
"What is this?" he asked and turned his gaze to one of the guards.
They didn't answer, only kept walking, eyes looking past the prisoner. A sudden fear crept into his heart at what this meant. He tried thinking of anything that would make sense, but nothing was right, as they brought him to the balcony.
Once there, they moved him to the fence, so he could see what was below. And once he saw it, he couldn't breathe.
The first thing he saw was a wedding arch with flowers wrapped around it. Under the arch he saw a man with a book, dressed with ceremonial priest's dress. In front of the man was a small, stone stand, with two rings on a small white pillow. To its right was a rather large chair and across the chair, 6 musicians were checking over their instruments.
He noticed that the people of Rohan were already gathered there, almost completely hiding the red carpet that went from the House of Eorl to the arch.
His heart stopped as his eyes showed horror. This kind of wedding was only prepared for one of high nobility and rank. He swallowed hard, as only one name to mind: Eowyn.
He dared not think of it. That his sister had done something so foolish on his behalf. But when he saw two men helping an elder male walk and a third one behind them dressed with full wedding attire, he started trembling.
"Why is the King here?" his voice shook as the guards kept their heads forward.
"Why is Grima dressed like that?" they could now see him shaking.
The helpers carried Théoden to the chair next to the arch, while Grima stopped before the priest. He was shaking with excitement. Finally, after so long, he would have her. The beautiful White Lady of Rohan.
The advisor turned around and looked up, straight at Eomer. When he saw the restrained man, his face lit up even more as he smiled widely. Not only would he get Eowyn, he would make Eomer suffer more than if he had killed him.
A few seconds later, the door under the balcony where Eomer stood opened. It revealed Eowyn, dressed with a beautiful white dress that was long enough to drag on the ground. She wore a veil over her face as her long hair flew behind her.
Normally, Eomer or Théoden would be giving her away, but since the King could hardly walk on his own and the Marshal was proclaimed a traitor, it was done by another.
The musicians started playing as the bride and her companion walked closer to the groom and priest. But Eomer didn't care. He didn't even hear the music as his eyes stared blankly in front of him.
He didn't move, speak or blink for the rest of the wedding. The guards had thought he died, had they not seen his chest move every once in a while, to show he was breathing. He simply could not comprehend what was happening. Or more so, did not wish to.
After what seemed like eternity, the priest said: "Do you, Grima, take this woman as your beloved wife?"
"I do," there was no hesitation from him as he took one of the rings and put it on the female's ring finger. In Rohan, it was tradition for the wedding couple to have their left hands bound by a fine, silk cloth above the rings. When the oaths were spoken, they were to put on the rings, the groom for the bride and vice versa.
"And do you, Eowyn, take this man as you husband?" she inhaled deeply. Everyone knew this was hard for her, so the fact that she didn't say anything immediately didn't bother them.
"I do," she managed and did the same as the dark haired male.
"Now, with the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife," the priest said and untied the silk.
"You may kiss the bride," at those words Eowyn closed her eyes and leaned forward, while Grima did the same. When their lips touched, cheers were heard as everyone was happy. Everyone except the bride's brother. Unknowingly, a tear slipped from his eye as he looked destroyed.
Before the wedding officially ended, the guards moved Eomer from the balcony and down the stairs once more. He was so defeated; he didn't even know where they were taking him. In fact, he didn't really care. Eowyn gave herself to Grima to save him. He failed to do the one thing he swore to himself. To protect her.
He suddenly found that they had stopped before a door. Managing to look up, he recognized this door. His eyes were wide open as he was taking quick breaths. Why, why was he brought here? Had he not suffered enough by this man?
The guards opened the door and pushed the Marshal into the chambers. It was rather large, with a king sized bed in the middle and a window on the left. The only source of light was the daylight.
He didn't care enough to look around, as he already knew who it belonged. And then, they moved him to the wall, where they put him in metal shackles. He was confused, but didn't try to resist. When they were done, they checked them to make sure he couldn't escape. He was now chained to the wall, but still managed to move about a bit.
After a few seconds, the door opened again and the guards moved out as two others came in.
Two pairs of eyes widened with horror when they saw each other as both couldn't breathe. The third one was smirking as he saw their reaction. Oh, how he would enjoy this.
"W…What is he doing here?" the woman's voice was shaking.
"He is our special guest. Did I not say you will see him soon?" he took her by the hand and led her to the bed, while her eyes were still on the chained man.
The second Eomer saw the lust; he knew what was to come. He had always known Grima to hate him, but this? This was simply too much.
"Grima!" he yelled, but his voice was broken. He saw the man push Eowyn on the bed, forcing himself atop her.
Alright, here's the part :X If you can't stand this kind of things, you can skip. As long as you know what he's about to do, you should be able to peacefully understand the rest of the story.
"Grima don't do this!" he pulled at the chains, but they held him tight. He saw his sister's frightened face as the advisor threw off his coat and pants and tore apart her dress. She could not believe this was happening. Eowyn was scared.
She wanted to move, but he had her pinned down. "You are mine now, White Lady. There is no going back. Don't resist and try to enjoy it," he whispered in her ear and licked her neck.
"Grima! Please!" Eomer begged as the woman's face turned to pain a few seconds later and the man's body started moving. Every chance he got, he would lick or kiss her fair skin.
"E…Eomer…" she groaned while Wormtongue showed so much pleasure as they were both now taking deep breaths. "Eomer… Please! H-Help!" she called as the brother pulled more and more on the shackles. Tears were flowing from his eyes as he yelled: "Please stop it! It's me you want to hurt not her! Leave her out of it!" blood started dripping from around his wrists as the metal tore into his skin.
"Brother! Help me, please! I-I don't want this!" she was choking on her own tears as Eomer collapsed to the ground. He wanted to die at that moment, to end this living nightmare.
To be continued in Surrendering Plea part 3