His reward.

Authors note.

Ok this is my first Lord of the rings fan fiction story, so be nice and review.

Warning: Some violence, mild coarse language, sex themes.

Summary: Grima Wormtongue has got his wish Eowyn is his, along with all the riches in his world, Theoden is dead, he was killed by Saruman, but in Grima Wormtongue’s mercy he let Eomer live (he was kicked out of Rohan under pain of death) and the other people loyal to Rohan.

Right now Eowyn is out cold and forced to be at Grima Wormtongue’s manor… her new ‘home.’

So read on.

Chapter one- the beginning.

Eowyn POV.

“My head,” I whisper. “Eomer, uncle Theoden,” I say praying they are their, I am keeping my eyes closed. I open my eyes slowly, and try my very best to sit up, but I can’t I am bounded with brown corse leather, on a hard table; it felt like the hardest concrete. The fact slowly dawn’s on me I am a prisoner. I pull the binds of my prison and look around my prison but before I can get the full view, I hear a voice.

“Oh good you are awake,” the voice says, I turn my head as far as I can. I am in a small room; with the table I am chained on I am in the middle of the tiny prison room, there is a small brown bedside table, a large 2-door closet, a small chair with a cushion and a walk in bathroom. But this prison room I am in, is not the worst, the voice I heard belongs to the traitor Grima Wormtongue (the person who is holding me here is the worst.) The traitor wore fine black robes his hair was cut back more than before, his evil little face has some more colour in it. But the evil black slit eyes are the same; it’s like Eomer always told me.

‘The eyes of a person is a portal into someone’s sole, you can learn everything you need a person just by looking into their eyes.’ Just by thinking about Eomer, my only dearest brother sends a tear to my eye, I look into Grima Wormtongue’s eyes and I see lust nothing more than lust. The jet-black eyes can tell me more in 30 second’s, than 10 years of knowing him.

I look down to my own body; I am wearing a white blood stained with blood, which person’s blood I don’t know, than I see a cut on my legs and I feel soreness on my stomach, than the memories come flashing back.

I was riding my white horse with provisions and supplies; I was not alone because I was with Gamling and Hama, we were going to the land of the elf’s asking for their help to regain the kingdom. But the rest is fuzzy.

At once I wonder where Gamling, Hama are, are they ok? Than I remember and tears go to my eyes, the traitor Grima Wormtongue, killed them like my uncle.

He must die.

I think I screamed swear words at him, but I don’t remember my mind is fuzzy with tears. He draws the chair close to me. He strokes my face with his thumb, “You’re mine, you’re FINALLY mine” he whispers. I can smell his foul breath.

“I’m NOT your’s, and I never will be” I say bravely, I struggle with my binds trying to free myself, but the pain in my stomach kept me from fully moving.

“Oh don’t be so foolish Eowyn, you were born to be mine,” he says gently. He strokes my hair. The smell is worse now.

“Get away from me you disgusting, revolting, repulsive, sickening, ghastly, filthy, worm,” I say, thinking of every bad word I can, I spit in his face, and I know I am in deep trouble but I have never been SO proud of myself.

“Now Eowyn we don’t want this right, you don’t want me to lock you up in a …cage do we,” he say’s, I can tell he is a bit mad…. I look at him in fear… I don’t like fear. But I don’t want to be in a cage either, I am so scared I don’t know what to do… he turns to leave, “I will be going now, I will give you time to think good-bye Eowyn “ he turns to leave.

Than his gone… I can hear the door lock behind him.

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