Post by eowyn on Jun 7, 2005 13:19:11 GMT -5
((Since we have no Grima, I'll just do a little powerplaying. Hehehe))
Eowyn walked down the large hallway to her room, wishing fervently that Eomer would come back. She needed someone to talk to, not that he ever fully understood her. No one really could. She was a girl, and therefore she should be happy rotting away, trapping inside for all of eternity, right? She sighed loudly. It was a good thing that she wasn't the crying type, or she would have broken down numerous times in the past few weeks.
"Why so sad, my lady?"
A chill ran down Eowyn's spine. That voice always had the ability to turn her blood to ice. She found herself turning around, though, to face Grima. He... he would listen. He was the one person in Edoras who noticed her existence for a while now. She felt herself softening towards him. Maybe she had misjudged him.
Grima reached out his hand to softly caress her face. "Have you always been this sorrowful, Eowyn?" he asked quietly. "It is not right that one so beautiful is so somber all of the time. I could help you."
Eowyn opened her mouth to respond. She looked into his eyes, expecting to find the sympathy that she heard in his voice, but they held no sympathy. Instead, they were filled with lust. Eowyn pulled away, both disgusting and frightened. Of course he did truly want to help her. He just wanted to confuse her and trick her until she was desperate and lonely enough to believe his lies and follow him into his bedroom. She felt sick. She had realized it this time, but what would happen the next time, when she was even lonelier?
"Get your hands off of me!" she hissed, batting his offensive paw away. "You are never to touch me! I order you to stay away from me! I don't want to see you ever again, do you understand?"
With that, she turned and fled to her room, collapsing on her bed. Her words to Grima did little to comfort her, for she could not wipe his smirking countenance out of her mind. He would always be there, a few steps behind Eowyn, and Grima knew it fully well.
Eowyn walked down the large hallway to her room, wishing fervently that Eomer would come back. She needed someone to talk to, not that he ever fully understood her. No one really could. She was a girl, and therefore she should be happy rotting away, trapping inside for all of eternity, right? She sighed loudly. It was a good thing that she wasn't the crying type, or she would have broken down numerous times in the past few weeks.
"Why so sad, my lady?"
A chill ran down Eowyn's spine. That voice always had the ability to turn her blood to ice. She found herself turning around, though, to face Grima. He... he would listen. He was the one person in Edoras who noticed her existence for a while now. She felt herself softening towards him. Maybe she had misjudged him.
Grima reached out his hand to softly caress her face. "Have you always been this sorrowful, Eowyn?" he asked quietly. "It is not right that one so beautiful is so somber all of the time. I could help you."
Eowyn opened her mouth to respond. She looked into his eyes, expecting to find the sympathy that she heard in his voice, but they held no sympathy. Instead, they were filled with lust. Eowyn pulled away, both disgusting and frightened. Of course he did truly want to help her. He just wanted to confuse her and trick her until she was desperate and lonely enough to believe his lies and follow him into his bedroom. She felt sick. She had realized it this time, but what would happen the next time, when she was even lonelier?
"Get your hands off of me!" she hissed, batting his offensive paw away. "You are never to touch me! I order you to stay away from me! I don't want to see you ever again, do you understand?"
With that, she turned and fled to her room, collapsing on her bed. Her words to Grima did little to comfort her, for she could not wipe his smirking countenance out of her mind. He would always be there, a few steps behind Eowyn, and Grima knew it fully well.