The raging war within.. Pride and Guilt

[Aizreal]

Was his plan to see me hurt till I couldn’t see, was this idea of his try to jump start some sort of conscience that no longer existed. Looking back over her shoulder at him as she was lead down threw a corridor knowing that he caught all looks of hate and venom that rested in her grey eyed glance.

She knew he wasn’t a fool he had been given an education that for most was only a dream he was skilled she could feel the intelligence that rested in his gaze so with all her assumptions she couldn’t figure out why he would be taken this risk. It went against all that she had assumed about him. Looking down over him I felt my face grow colder as I asked myself.

You expected different than this? Should you ever be, this is a prince.. Did you expect to be anything more than a common plaything for his amusement.

I wasn’t truly surprised I thought him arrogant so would it be un-common for him to take pleasure in my humiliation in taking me captive. Turning back I focused in the footsteps my eyes taking in each detail of my surroundings as I knew I needed to remember it would serve better to memorize the foundation if I intended to concur it in the up and coming days.

Feeling his steel like grip on my forearm as he ripped me back forcing myself not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me whence I glared darkly at him as I hissed at him my threat it was one that got the several blades drawn and pointed.

“Your intentions for me couldn’t not be more misguided, only a spoiled trost of a weakling, could ever be so bold as to think that he alone could re-write someone’s destiny when your country is squandered and tossed to the wind of IT’s TRUE RULER.”

My face contorted into a look of absolute disgust. Repressing the urge to spit upon him “ You have brought into your home a tool of destruction. For what reason? To serve a little more than a prize for your arrogance.. Your kin’s men pay the depts. of your arrogance how many more men will fall just so you can get your jollies.” The words served as they were intended as many that surrounded them gave there own captain a questioning look that just told her words might be little more than waste now but the seeds of doubt were planted and all that was needed for a successful mutiny was the nurturing of that misunderstanding.

“ I have no question that my king will deliver me from you may I bath in your noble blood. You have no idea what you have done and the insult to whom I serve. I may die by his hand for my failure but rest assured BOY it will serve no match to the hell that your kin’s men will see. The blood of the innocent will fall for his beast amusement.”

She was shocked that she was allowed to say as much that it took that long to see her silenced well it wasn’t by his hand that she was silenced but more by the ones that accompany him she knew that he was accustomed to such threats by her as they had developed that hateful relationship at an early start however the power of her words waited for him when his guards left pushed her into a room that was fitting one of his station.

Slammed against a wall she had little time to react as the door was slammed and she turned around to face her captor looking him in the eye she made motions to show she was about to attack him though he did know he was under her attack as she pulled raced forward and pulled a sword from a suit of armor that rested in display in the corner. Having no idea that the armor belonged to that of his cousin though if she did know that it was Theodred it would have only caused her to savor the thought.

[eomer]

The proud son of Rohan seemed to be ignoring every hateful and venomous look she cast his way. Éomer knew that his victory over her, the breaking of her spirit would follow soon. There was no need to react to such looks, which were nothing more than tests to see him lose his patience in front of his men. Though he felt he needed to do something and it seemed she had just given him an opportunity to do so. As she started to look around, no doubt taking in the surroundings to find her way during some nightly escape attempt, he extended his gloved hand and pressed it against her head, pushing her head so she was looking in front of her. “Eyes in front.”

“If you think your words are enough to make me change my mind than you’re truly stupid. Every man and woman is capable of making his own path in life. This so called destiny of yours is nothing more than an immoral thought. By thinking this destiny is what makes you do things is in fact you running away from your responsibilities. You do what you do in life, nothing can do that for you. You make decisions and you have to face the consequences of those decisions and not blame it on destiny.” He smiled when he saw the pure disgust on her face, a look she had given him lots of times before they even made it to Edoras.

He looked at his men as they were not sure what to think of the words she spoke, words that could easily turn lesser men to mutineers. “My men will not act upon your words. Those words only have a real impact on less loyal men, men with no strength. These men and all men in Rohan are my brothers. I will fight along side of them and if it should happen, die with them. But if I go it will be alongside my brothers, not fleeing or hiding.” Seeing the reassured look on the men’s faces he couldn’t help but feel a smile grace his lips. His strong hand on her shoulder to keep pushing her forward, not letting her stop, not even when she started nagging again. Rolling his eyes he sighed and spoke in a low voice.

“Not one single innocent villager will be harmed as long as there are Rohan soldiers fighting for their safety and for our land. And no Rohan soldier shall die as long as I can prevent it. My body shall be covered in scars and bruises, and the scars on my body shall remember each soldier that has fallen, his armour shall be placed in the Golden Hall and he shall be remembered as a hero amongst our people. A true warrior that fell in the defence of our people and he shall be loved by all.”

Giving a nod to his men they immediately pressed their spears against her, silencing her. It was a nice change, to hear nothing come out of her mouth. To hear absolute silence, so in fact hearing nothing but the sound of the armours and the boots on the floor.

Although her silence was welcome, it did allow her to prepare some sort of ill attack towards him. Pushing her into his room he turned to the guards and spoke in a low voice. “If she comes out before I do, kill her.” Turning around he looked at her taking in the room and of course noticing the armour. As she took Theodred’s sword he smiled and drew his own, walking towards her he pulled his sword up, ready to strike. If there was one thing he was good at it was fighting, already from a young age his father had began teaching him how to handle a sword. And by the time of his father’s death he was able to take on many his age and win of course.

Although he felt ready, his uncle didn’t allow him to go out and find the Orcs responsible for the crime of murdering his father. He felt ready he felt capable of slaying them all and felt nothing but a great disappointment and misunderstanding for Theoden’s decision. That was until he realised why he was needed here. He and his sister were the only ones left now that their father was dead. So he took the responsibility of taking care of her. Making sure his sister would feel happy and loved. Though he was not familiar with the things the women in Rohan did so in stead he taught her how to fight. Something he regretted at times, when he had to turn down her request to join him on another patrol or Orc hunt.

Swinging his hand down, making both swords collide, he managed to make her lose control of the sword and drop it. Placing the end of his sword against her throat he looked into her eyes and shook his head softly. “There is no escape possible. The moment you went through those doors you would have been killed, if you are seen outside the Golden Hall you will be shot. This room is your prison and you can’t leave for as long as I say you can’t. Remember this, you no longer have control over your own life, it is mine to control and it is I who decide when it is to end.”

[Aizreal]

So that is what the little imp thinks, that is his plan he is sticking too? feeling the blade at her neck knew a battle of strength would see an end like this it was her hope that it would have ended completely and quickly however just like she knew she heated she underestimated his will power and strength. She knew he would be the type to see her spared and revel in it

Laying flat on her back she looked at him from behind the blade that was held at her neck a look of pleading flickered in her gaze as she tried to will herself to put herself out of her own misery.

Her fingers wrap around the thick blade fingers being sliced and cut open as she did so. A vicious sneer pulled to her face as stubborn pride kicked in again it was that same pride and dignity that her former master delighted in seeing plucked away from her...at least a small gift could be found in that and that was the truth that the biggest raptures of dignity didn’t’ come for a physical act as scar’s and bones heal but the soul was far more fragile

her voice mocking with each syllable offered.. “you holding his sword, spilling more blood with each whisper. Come one you know nothing would give you the satisfaction that spilling my blood would.. You want it, you crave it…Hell it would be justifiable as I’m a villain I would just murder more..” With that she pulled the sword deeper into her neck causing the tip to pierce the soft ivory skin beneath.

Her breath slowed as did the swelling of her small chest with each breath that slowed as she studied him from beneath him. Feeling a soft breeze cut threw the room as it blew a few springy curls free from her braid. Frowning as she watched his hand slide from the handle to capture the tiny curl and when he made that slight adjustment she reeled up the tip of the sword from her neck with such strength the handle caught him in the chin not missing a chance she gave him a sound kick square in the crotch. Shocked that the number of times she had kicked him that he would leave himself open like that which he did and this time paid dearly for as he lay a foot away holding himself. Not missing a step she jumped over him and ran to the door determined if he wasn’t going to end it she would martyr herself. But to her horror she found they had been sealed in pulling at the door she couldn’t make it nudged..

Knowing the hell that came when he would stand up she was determined not to give him that chance.. Going to him she reached for the discarded sword on the floor.

[eomer]

He looked down at her and his smile disappeared the moment she wrapped her fingers around the blade of his sword. He could see the crimson red colour of blood running down the blade. Her words like poison in his mind, his heart that was covered in sadness over the loss of his brother. But his mind told him to hold back, to not take her life, not before she understood what she had done by her evil deeds.

“I will not see myself lowered to your level.” He closed his eyes, although he pushed the sword a little deeper against her skin, causing it to rip her skin. He hated the moments where his mind and feelings were disagreeing on what to do with the situation. And one thing let to another. His eyes reflecting a clouded gaze that confirmed he wasn’t paying attention to her lying on the floor.

As the cold breeze played with her hair he felt some sort of softness in his heart. He reached for the few curls that had escaped her braid and then it happened, something he should have known, her foot slamming hard up between his legs. Hearing the heavy sword fall to the ground he closed his eyes and grabbed his crotch. He cursed himself for not paying attention. For not being more careful, especially after the many kicks he had received from her in that area.

Casting his eyes towards her he could see the goal, his sword. Some swift thinking caused him to slam his foot in her stomach, stopping her advance and taking his sword. Crawling onto one knee he looked at her and leaned on his sword. Holding it tighter than before. Éomer wasn’t going to let her get away with this, though what could he do? Any punishment would only prove the view she had of the race of Men, killing her would be putting her out of her misery. But than again, a child that keeps doing wrong might be in need of forceful parenting. Now he wasn’t thinking about giving her a spanking, but maybe all she needed was for a strong hand to show her that she was not in control of the situation.

He slowly got to his feet and pulled her up from the floor, pushing her onto a couch, big enough for him to sleep on, that stood near the window. Turning around he picked up a wool blanket and threw it onto the couch next to her. “That’s your bed get used to it.” He turned around and sat down on the side of his. Taking off his helmet and chest-plate. His sword lying next to him on the bed, easy to reach if he found himself in a situation where she would once again try to attack him. Resting his arms on his legs he looked at the floor, his blond hair falling in front of his face, his eyes closed, though his ears focused on any sound coming from the corner. With a sigh he picked up a loose shirt and his sword. Walking outside he took a look at her on the couch and told the guards to keep the door locked.

Several minutes later he returned, holding a little wooden table, with on it a plate with a tasty piece of meat, bread, cheese; there was also a cup of ale and plenty water. Placing the food in front of her he walked back to the bed and looked at her. “There is no point in making you starve. Nor is there in killing you so do not fear, it’s not poisoned. Eat for I know you must be hungry.”

[Aizreal]

Why is he insistent of treating me like some bloody pet to be put on display.. Great now look he is honestly trying to feed me..

She eyed the contents that were on a silver plate critically before hazel eyes drifted back to his in a look of stubbornness toyed and muddled with a look of devouring hunger as a battle of wills commenced.

It was with a pained look that she tossed the plate up against the wall and once again another fight erupted and this time it was her that he managed to pin beneath his forearm with is free hand he stilled her thrashing head and just like a child who refused to eat her vegetables she was held down and her mouth was pried open only to be forced feed some of the most delicious things her mouth has ever sampled.

Fight as he held her throat in his hand forcing her to swallow each morsel that he gave her. It was in another struggle that she found her hair pulled free from the braid that had held it sense before he came across her looking at him a fierce look on her face but it didn’t cover the fact that face that looked at him was of one that was young in-experienced and frightened. Fist held above her head under just one firm hand as another hand forced her to drink water..

[eomer]

After receiving yet another wasted look on her account he leaned back and rested his head against the wooden edge of his bed. Having only just closed his eyes as the sound of the plate hitting the wall made him jump up from his bed, eyes shooting wide open. He quickly found his balance and stared at the plate, the food lying on the little wooden table next to his bed. “Have you no…” His words were cut short by her racing towards him. With lighting fast reflexes, the reflexes any respected warrior had, he was able to grab her as she jumped for his throat and tossed her onto his bed. Not giving her a single second to get up he pinned her down and looked into her eyes. “Now you’ll listen to me and you’ll listen good. I’m getting sick and tired of you trying to attack escaping or me. You lost, accept it, get over it, and focus on what your options are. It is a mystery to me how you have been able to stay alive such a long time if you don’t even know what the best approach is in a situation as this.” He placed his hand over her mouth, his thumb pressed against one cheek, the four fingers of that same hand pressed against the other. His dark blond hair falling in front of his left eye as she struggled to get out, but with a firm push and a stern look into her eyes he continued. “Lay still I am not done yet. You will respect me and the things I bring you. If I bring you food you will at least taste it. You will show respect for the many months of care that peasants showed in growing these vegetables, raising cattle growing grain. You will respect the hours of cooking that are put into these meals. It will be like this for everything I decide you need to get. Food, drinks, clothes, baths. Oh yes you will have to earn your baths. You are nothing more than a captive I do not care for your personal hygiene. So lets start by showing respect to all the peasants, butcher and cook.”

He moved his free hand to the wooden table next to the two of them and grabbed a quite large piece of meat. Shoving it into her mouth after several minutes of trying and finally succeeding to pry open her mouth. He closed her mouth and pressed his hand over her lips, to make sure she wouldn’t spit anything out. Feeling her chew he slightly loosened his hand over her lips and moved his hand, the one that was keep her down, to her throat Tightening his grasp and loosening, making sure the food moved through, continuing the process until most of the food was gone.

Knowing that who eats drinks he turned around and noticed her water standing on the little table on the other side of the room, not wanting to get up and get it, for it would surely make her think she can make a run for it, he just looked around his bed and found the leather bag of water laying with his armour. As he reached for it she once more started to struggle, her hair breaking from the braid and now laying around her face as a crown of autumn leaves. Her once pale face now turned a soft pink, due to the contrast with her red hair. She no longer had that full of herself look showing, it was more a frightened look, not as much afraid of Éomer, but afraid of what he could do. She had been there in front of King Theoden, she knew her life was in his hands and it finally showed in her expression. Though the change of expression and the colour of her hair casting onto her face made him realise that she looked younger, not much, but around the same age as his beloved sister, maybe a year or two older.

Shaking his head he tried to lose the thought and pulled her head up, forcing the wooden ring to go into her mouth and pouring little bits of water into her mouth, when he decided she had had enough he pulled the water bag from her mouth and wiped the few drops that rested on her lips. Yet another strange thing happened. The softness of those lips, those lips that spat so many venomous words, was truly remarkable. He didn’t think one that worked for or with Saruman would have been so soft and young. But it didn’t change a thing, or did it.

Éomer didn’t want it to affect him and chose to ignore. He got off of the bed and pulled her to her feet. Holding both her hands in his as he walked towards her little bench. “That is how you will eat and drink. I will force it down your throat until you decide that you’re ready to show respect and eat what food I bring you. You can be pissed about it but I don’t care. If you want to act like a respectless child go ahead, I’ll treat you as one and force the food down your throat.” Shaking his head he turned around and walked back to his bed, sitting down, keeping one eye on her as he slowly leaned back once more.

[Aizreal]

Everything in her life had always seemed to be un-leveled it was either heavily weighed on one end or another it just seemed the way with her. In her life there was never any shade of grey it was black or white, good or bad manly bad it was never some merriment of balance. Balance would be something that would confuse her greatly as it was something she hadn’t really dealt with since her childhood was robbed of her.

She wasn’t really sure what caused that moment of un-ease she had never before second guessed herself as it was just never in her nature to do such a thing as if your were going to do the things that she did you would at the very least believe in what you did. It made it so much easier to sell your soul the devil when you honestly believed that you didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything. That was a term that Aizreal had come to terms with a long time ago.

However it was with a twinge of guilt that she felt when she tossed the contents of a plate up against the wall it was something within that both shocked and disturbed her as guilt was something she hadn’t really felt in such a long time that she didn’t exactly at first now how to label the intense feeling that she got from the action took.

Her first response to the peculiar and un-wanted feeling was to examine what caused it so that could quickly be shattered as she knew that such feeling with her could only lead to her personal destruction which was what he wanted. That much he seemed to rub in her face even now with the sheer look of disgust he gave her.

With a quick analyze she determined the reason for the spark of guilt came from the fact that she had once been a servant to a ruler like she determined to be. She knew how hard those people worked she knew the labor that went into the food that was prepared for the over stuffed arrogant rulers who send something back un-less it was made to perfection. She knew that the hands that made the food were more than likely women and children’s.

However what ever pang of guilt she felt was lost the minute she attacked him and once again suffered a defeat beneath his arms. As she lay out beneath him and was force fed food she had no intention of eating. It wasn’t till his fingers were upon her lips did she suffer the humiliation of blushing as she didn’t approve of the way her pulse raced as he looked in her eyes his thumb still grazing her lip causing her bottom lip to pucker into a pout.

Feeling the relief as he pulled away and she was once again pulled to her feet and lead back to her bench. She looked at him smuggly.

" So I will only bath when you see I'm fit for bathing? Only you could be so bold and ignorant. You yourself have had a difficult time managing me you think your servants will stand a chance. I will groom myself as I see fit mark my words your decission will have little effect on it. Or do you really see yourself as better than those that serve you?"

Though it was with that slight moment, that she replayed his word savoring each sting and cutting threat. Looking at him from her bench she spoke coldly.

“You honestly have the nerve to look down your nose upon me? You think what I do is disgusting the sheer stubbornness, and arrogance you face with me is repulsive. You honestly think I would bend my will for a few morsels of food. I have prided myself on my alliance to the one I serve my loyalty is strong. You might be willing to sell your loyalty for a few cast off pieces of meat but then again so do our orc’s. “

It was with a sneering glance she held his look as she walked over and took the bronze crusted pitcher that held a red substance that from what she could see was wine. With little more than a slight gesture she poured it over him and soiled the sheets that lay beneath him.

”You desire nothing more than a pet for display a prize from your enemy to put on stage don’t expect me to be a easily tamed one, I have no desire to be a tool you use to stroke your ego.. I have not the temperament you seek.. “

Aizreal face pulled into a sneer and ever soflty so she leaned down and hissed in his ear..

“ Forgive my Lord “ voice licked with crude insincerity till the true insult escaped “ Don’t expect me to sell what I hold valuable for a piece of meat, just because you would willing whore yourself for cast off food. Not my fault you come with cheap price”

[eomer]

“Yes. I absolutely have the nerve to look down upon you and you know why, because you’re my prisoner. Right now you have no rights, you have no reason to speak your mind. If you think I will allow you to walk around here thinking I give a damn about what you think. That I will allow you to just act all high and mighty than you’re wrong. Dead wrong.” He narrowed his eyes as he got onto his bed, his eyes staring at her. “If you want to eat, drink, bathe you’ll suffer my arrogance and stubbornness. You will obey me, because for you my word is law. I will break that pride of you if I have to. If you think that I want to buy your loyalty with food than you’re wrong again wrong. I wouldn’t offer something as important as food to buy your loyalty, if I wanted it I would demand it and make you choose between death or betraying your master.” He grinned softly and shook his head.

“You’re not too bright are you? I would have thought that you, a servant of the Enemy would at least be able to tell when she has lost and needs to negotiate for her life or better accommodation. But no, here you are, still throwing empty threats towards me. You must have realised that they do nothing to me, not a damn thing. You waist your breath and energy thinking you will be able to break me with your words. I met enemies more powerful than you, I’ve slain enemies more skilled than you. Do not think I am just a mere soldier. I’m the one that captured you, I’m the one that stopped the men from ravaging your body. I saved you from a fate worse then death and this is how you repay my kindness, my respect to an enemy? You insult me, you threaten me you have no respect, you still haven’t earned anything.”

He closed his eyes and with a sigh he stretched his arms and legs. It was a relief to just lay on a soft bed after days of camping and riding a horse. He loved his horse but after days and days of riding in full armour it just was nice to lay in a soft bed, even though the rest was disturbed by an unexpected shower. No water, of course not water, what would a bit of water do, he was used to riding in the rain. Wine, yes the sweet drink that took skill and time to make. He felt the liquid pour down his face and onto his sheets, his eyes shot open and stared furiously into hers.

Before she had a chance to even consider walking away from him he grabbed her shoulders and showed her another proof of his strength. Not many could throw a spear like Eomer, not many were able to summon enough strength to throw a spear and have it impale two Orcs at once, two stupid Orcs, seeing as who would stand right behind someone else in battle?

Pinning her down beneath him he once again found himself staring into her eyes, her hair covering her left eye. “I desire far more than just to display you as prize.” His eyes burned brightly, though not with fury, that seemed to fade as he kept staring deep into her stormy grey eyes. Those eyes that held fear, but at the same time fury and stubbornness, her character her strong will, it was all so attractive. It was so… Eomer closed his eyes and rid his head from any feelings that shouldn’t be there, anything that shouldn’t be felt towards her. He sighed and spoke in a deep and calm voice. “Insults are the only thing you are capable of, I wonder what the Enemy saw in you. Were you just the goods needed to provoke us, the free people of Middle Earth? Or were you in charge of getting the Orcs all worked up so they would fight till the last man, rather than run and hide at the first sign of real danger?”

He lowered his head, now only inches from hers as he whispered softly. “I don’t come with a cheap price, you on the other hand. You say you wouldn’t whore yourself for a piece of meat? Well I can assure you that outside are enough single knights that would love to have a go at your body without giving you anything in return. So instead do sounding so full of yourself, you better start realising how lucky you are that I was kind enough to take you under my protection. I saved your sorry little ass from any lusting man’s wants and needs. You are alive because of me, and yet I didn’t ask anything in return, not until now. I want you to show some respect towards my people and me. I don’t care if you hate us, I don’t care if you rather see my hanged, but I’m telling you now, at least act and pretend you respect us. My patience with you is growing thin.” His eyes still staring deep into hers. His mind switching between strange warm feelings and the feelings of anger, wanting her to realise how lucky she had been, how much she was getting for a prisoner.

[Aizreal]

Viciously she fought for her freedom as she lay pin beneath him she didn’t like this closeness she didn’t like having his freedom rubbed in her face in such a degrading manner than being a imprisoned by his hands. The sheer weigh of him threatening to crush her body if he should desire it.

About to hurl some vicious insults in his direction when she caught the waver of emotion as his gaze drifted over her lips and move to her eyes the sheer look that she caught from them made her pulse race and caused her to pull her head away to look defiantly at the walls..

“Oh yes you have saved me from the miserable fate of seeing my body ravaged by a group of lonely men”

She eyed him intently as she pulled him closer her words in a hushed whisper as his breath danced on her collar bone.. “ But why have you saved me.. So you can take me for yourself.” She scowled voice dripping with disgust” I would rather endure the rape of a group of your worst men than to be forced to endure your touch as your so weak you a Judas to your own kind. I have seen what Rest in your eye NOBLE EOMER”

[eomer]

Their heads so close, only half an inch from their skin touching, Eomer’s breath warm and long crawling over her collarbone as hers danced towards his ear. Her sweet voice finding a way to carry the poisonous words towards its victim, towards the Rohan commander. Not wanting to allow such insults he narrowed his eyes and tried to think of a way to shut her up without having to turn to actions that would make him look like the man she claimed he was. Though her poisonous words had reached their goal, as thoughts of doubt and questions arose in Eomer’s head.

Why had he saved her? Because she works for the Enemy and could be in the possession of very interesting information. That is the only reason I saved her. I didn’t give her to the men for their fun because she wouldn’t speak if that had happened. That is why I saved her. But it was as if a little voice had popped into his head and started to question his reason for saving her. Are you sure that is the reason why you saved her? Are you sure it’s not just a matter of seeing a beautiful young woman, is it not your personal lust that has taken over?… I am sure. I saved her because she has information about the Enemy, information that could be vital to the kingdom of Rohan. She will give me that information, that is the only reason why I saved her from the men. Nothing else.

Her next words were poorly chosen, she had a chance to remain silent and get away with the minor insults she had cast his way but instead she decided to take it a step further. Feeling rage build up inside his chest he got onto the floor and pulled her off of his bed, dragging her towards the couch and pushing her down. “How dare you insult me and call me a Judas to my kind. I have never betrayed their trust, I have always fought for them so they could focus on their family life and their work. Everything I do is for my country, for my people. I fight so others don’t have to. Whether you believe that or not is entirely up to you. Whatever you believe I do not care but whether or not you believe, you will show respect, if you don’t I feel obligated to take away this privilege and have you thrown in the dungeons to sleep between the rats. You’ll wake up every night, you will not be granted a full nights rest. You might be ravaged and you will eventually talk.”

Eomer turned around and took a few steps towards his bed, he stopped and turned to face her once more. “Whatever you claim to have seen in my eyes, will remain in my eyes.” With a final gaze at the young woman he turned around and sat down on his bed. With a deep sigh and a rather tired voice he spoke once more to her. “Do me a favour, lie down, close your eyes and sleep. Don’t try to keep others up with your want for so called freedom, there are guards positioned outside the door all day and all night. I think you know that it will be impossible to escape from this room. And taking my life won’t help you either. It will only be the first step upon the path that leads to your very slow destruction.” With a grin Eomer leaned back and rested his head against the wooden head of the bed.

[Aizreal]

I didn’t want this, this was never my intention.. I had freed myself I had shown my worth to a commander who saw it my use. It had been over a year since I was reduced to serving a man as a servant.. The cost of my freedom was great as in such choices there was an element of betrayal and mine had been against a wizard who had taught me all of which I had known.

One of the painful lessons’s learned I’m afraid. The lesson of life that is that with the coming of freedom there is an element of betrayal and in that lesson I deceived all that depended on my talents. In one night I had put myself on the line for if I failed I would pay with my life but I told myself I had already sold my soul to the devil so there was little harm in death. It was the attitude that I need the night I had tempted Suraman to do something that would extinguish the future that he had planned for me. Though he never saw the betrayal that was coming his way. Something that I found almost cowardly on my behalf it was an indiscretion that I still to the day resented. As before then everything that I had done had been plainly obvious never had I acted with fowl deceit as I had always considered lying a cowards way and far beneath me to even consider.

But he specifically dodged and arranged for me to be a concubine for a man that I had considered to be little more than a pig.. He had placed Grima to serve as an advisor for Theodean and I was to be sent back home to serve as the advisor for a man whom knew me as a servant as a child. I knew there would be little hope on gaining enough respect from Denethor to get him to allow me to scrub his floor much less control his armies.. As I questioned him I became all to aware of his agenda for me.. As little could be misunderstood in the words.. “ there is little a wounded lonely man would refuse a young beautiful girl” it was then that I became aware of why he was sending me to Denethor and what my purpose was for being there… IT was then I became resentful of the training I had received after all why go threw training to become an expert fighter why allow me to be taught as a man if I was going to be forced to behave like a helpless woman. It was something that hit me know as I lay on the cool bed looking at the shadow form of the one who had managed to rob me of my freedom something I resented in him..Oh how I hated him for this feeling of being enslaved once again..

Getting up from the couch that was to be my bed I heard him snore crossing the cold stone floor I found my way to the small window that looked out onto a vast ground feeling the cool night air I drew a breath savoring the chill and it was with that refreshment that I began to plan my escape.

Turning around I looked at him only to find him looking back at me. His blond hair pooled out over his shoulder his chest bore the scars of wars he had won. Though he had know idea that the cruelest battle lay before him now. I just simply looked at him I did nothing but stand there one hand resting on the cool stone that lead to freedom. Feeling his eyes fall over me I dropped my gaze and went back to looking out the window as I saw a pair of guards patrolling the ground below.

[eomer]

Having the idea that she was finally understanding her position in this situation he smiled and closed his eyes. In only a matter of seconds he began falling asleep. It was a well needed, a well-deserved rest that he was finally getting, though in his head he knew that he was taking a big risk. Eomer had told her that killing him would do her no good, but if it was revenge she wanted she wouldn’t care for the consequences.

The one good thing that came from the many nights of sleeping in camps was the fact that he and the men of his Eored all became light sleepers. Ready to wake up within seconds if there was a nightly attack. Even though his bed felt comfortable he couldn’t get the deep sleep his body desired. He couldn’t afford a single mistake now and when he felt the cold breeze upon his face he opened his eyes and looked around.

It only took him a second to realise where the breeze came from. The small window in his chamber was maybe just big enough to squeeze a thin and small body troug but the fall would at least twist the jumper’s ankle.

Eomer rose and just stared at his female prisoner, he did nothing to draw her attention towards him, he just waited. He was not afraid she would jump, if she did jump all he had to do was inform the guards outside his room and she would be caught within a minute at the most. When she turned to look at him he closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’ll have a better chance of escape if you kill everyone in this Hall. But even you should know that it is folly to even attempt that. All I have to do is call the guards, they will come storming in and they will kill you.”

He turned his head and looked at the place next to him (king-size bed), only for a second considering allowing her to enjoy the softness of his bed, before he just grabbed the pillow next to him and getting up from his bed. He walked towards the couch that was her bed and placed the pillow down. “Maybe this will convince you to get some sleep rather than planning an escape that will never work.” He looked at her for a moment, letting his eyes move over her body as he turned around slowly. Reaching his bed he looked over his shoulder and spoke in a low but soft voice. “You better close the window, nights can become very cold in this part of Middle-Earth.” Eomer got back into bed and pulled the covers over his body and leaned back, his eyes resting on her for a few minutes.

[Aizreal]

Her gaze stayed just as it was locked on the small opening that formed a window her only taste of the world just beyond the world that lured her forward when nothing else seemed to matter. Leaning against the wall next to cut out she choice to answer his words with the same respect and honor she had treated him with most of the night..

A disgusted look she glared at him with a murderous look and silently wished for a draft to bring a deadly illness on its wind just for him.. Her eyes glossed over the form of the man that held her against her will.

Perhaps something vile that would see you choke on your own vomit or better yet something that make parts of you fall off at will. Starting with the smallest part…

The small breeze the brought the smell of wet grass caught her attention and pulled her from her murderous thoughts. Feeling her legs feel heavy she fought the sleep that seemed to rob her of strength until in a silent war she forfeited the battle and gave in to what naturally lured her down to the ground in a careless slump.

Strangely as her last look was of him it was just his face that plagued her dreams. And these dreams were of the most unsettling nature enough to have her awake while the darkness still lingered as did his snoring desperate for freedom and more importantly to be free of a man whom she saw now as a man to bring her to downfall she opted to use the one thing that normally didn't let her down..

Sitting on the very place that was intended to be a bed she looked at the door with fierce determination then it came to her an idea to obtain freedom.. Yes the guards were just out there but that didn't mean the couldn't be manipulated to see things that she wanted to see them after all they were men.. Not just any men his Precious Men.. That right there told her that she if she wanted, she could manipulate them to serve her purpose.. It wasn’t a question of possibility now it was just HOW....

She looked at him and it came to her.. He had just made a grievous error in bringing her here to his private quarters. Naturally there would be some un-savory and un-comfortable assumptions about what happened behind closed doors. And his men seemed well at the most honorable which she considered a prime weakness.. With a small sneer she saw a plan fall before her eyes and she knew what she would do.. She would play to their weakness after all she was nothing but a poor, Helpless, pitiful, woman with little use than what she knew they thought he had taken from her..

She quickly walked over to his bed and watched his sleeping form and gently almost with the motion of a soft whisper she eased his covering back to where he was left bare and looking in a position where it left little imagination to what he might have done to her. She went about making herself looking like the victim they all thought she would be.. After all this wasn’t' the first time she had to produce tears on a cue.. It was so easy the scene was set his sleeping form looked like one exhausted from a tumble like no ones business.. Undressing from the clothes that she was given she soon wrapped her slim figure in a the thin covering he gave her to sleep upon, wadding the clothes she held them in the folds of the covering of the blanket that was now wrapped around her.

Only for a second did she allow her breath to catch in her lungs as she eased the door open only to be faced with the ends of swords so easily the tears came streaking down her cheeks.. In a convincing tone she croaked.. " He has tired of me...I was told I need to bath the filth off of me" She watched beneath hooded eyes as they peered into the room only to see a naked man asleep on his bed and the cruel smiles she was faced with proved to her they bought her little lie.. Within minutes she was escorted by only one guard to down to a private area where she not only could wash up but in her case disarm and kill said guard who didn't expect that the small woman could choke him with a simple piece of fabric. To be honest she was shocked she had taken him down simply too..

As sun cut threw the fog etched night the captain would awaken to the sounds of angry shouts that she had once again escaped..