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A/N: This idea came to me when reading "Quarantined", which EVERYONE needs to look at. Anyway, this is definitely an AU story. It's a mixture of books and movie so it fits in better with the plot of Beauty and the Beast. Also, I'd appreciate a beta-reader. Otherwise you'll most likely be seeing MANY errors, grammatical and otherwise in this story.

Enjoy! ))
Once upon a time, in Emyn Arnen, a young prince of Ithilien lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

When he dismissed her again the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful elf called Galadriel. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no kindness in his heart. And as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 31st year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If he could not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Some Years Later...

"Goodbye father, I shall return swiftly!" Eowyn called to her father, Eomund, who was hard at work somewhere within their home.

"Goodbye dear!" He replied absently, just seconds before a loud bang shook the house. A smile curved Eowyn's lips upwards despite the fact that the bang meant her father was sure to have encountered more obstacles.

For a number of years he had slaved over his precious creation. Truly, it was more a replication than a creation, but he loved it nonetheless. It had been his great pleasure to have seen the mighty sword Anduril many years earlier, and afterwards had strived to create a weapon that could equal the legendary sword.

"Father certainly is having bad luck these days; it seems sword making is not altogether simple." A concerned Eowyn murmured aloud.

"It is not, milady! I, however, am the maker of many amazing blades." A voice said from behind her. Eowyn turned to be faced with the hideousness that was Grima Wormtongue.

"Greetings Grima." She said politely, masking her face of disgust with a guise of pleasant surprise.

"I am going to the market today, and have much to do upon my arrival back home. Could you perhaps talk with me later?" She asked evasively. In truth, she planned on practicing with her sword and returning home later to prepare a full meal for herself and her father; however, Grima did not need to know such things.

"But Eowyn, certainly you would rather spend the day with me!"

"Grima, there are many other girls in this village who are simply frantic to spend time with you; I would not wish to intrude upon them."

"That is true, that is true. But my dearest Eowyn, I have decided to delay all my chores for this day just so we could spend it together."

"How unfortunate for you because I simply must go off on these errands. Goodbye Grima!"

Grima watched her go ruefully. The pretty girls of their town had begun to gather, and were sure to swarm in upon him any moment. Lucky for him, his dearest friend soon appeared beside him. Lurtz, the dimwitted, unattractive, but somehow appealing orc, tended to frighten the assembly of young girls away.

"Ah, my dear friend, that Eowyn is amazing. She is nearly as beautiful as me, don't you agree?" Grima asked.

"Indeed. Although I think her sunny hair might be a bit nicer than yours." He replied, horribly mangling the common tongue.

"Don't be absurd."

"Truly, it might be fairer than yours."

"Am I losing my lovely appearance?"

"No, no, it's just her hair. In everything else you have her beat."

"Thank you my friend, it is not easy being this perfect." Grima said. Lurtz nodded his head gravely, for he certainly knew how difficult it was for his friend to maintain his attractive features.

When she figured herself to be out of Grima's vision of sight, Eowyn took her blade from its sheath. The workmanship on it was nothing elaborate, but her father had promised to put an intricate design on it once he had accomplished his task at hand. Despite that it was still a fine weapon, and when she wielded the sword it became all the more formidable.

Her feet carried her to the stream that flowed around their small town; a typically bare area for it was said many strange things happened there. A soft wind made waves both on the waters surface and in her golden hair. Eyes closed, she smiled at the sun and basked in all its warmth for a short while. She let out a soft sigh that was swept away by the now stronger wind.

"A storm might be coming." She observed. Dark clouds were warring with the clear skies in the distance, but no rain would be coming for them just yet.

Raising her sword, Eowyn began the steps she had rehearsed for so long. When she slashed or swung her blade through the air, it did not seem barbaric or violent. It was gentle and strong, like a dance. The air hissed in scorn where she sliced it, but she paid it no mind. Only when the sun was an hour from setting did the girl halt the ritualistic practice.

"I do hate to leave. But father will not have stopped working all day; I must see that he has a bit to eat." Eowyn said aloud. The other village girls always teased her when she spoke to herself, but then she would always reply that it was healthy so long as she didn't talk back.

When returning up towards her home, she caught a glimpse of Grima. He appeared to be flexing his lack of muscles to a crowd of awe-struck girls who were giggling childishly. She shook her head slightly and laughed, amazed with what others were willing to settle for. But not her. She was to be loved and respected by all people one day. No one had ever hinted that great things would come to her, but even as a young girl she knew that she was fated to a life different than others.

A man's cry startled her from her daydream. She glanced about frantically, unsure of where the noise had come from. There was another cry! Eowyn felt her heart drop when she noticed it had come from her own house.

"Father must be in trouble!" She whispered. Running as fast as she could in her cerulean cotton dress, she thrust open the door to her house. In the hall her father was dancing with joy and shouting in delight.

"You frightened me! I thought you had hurt yourself!" Eowyn chided him, coming into the front hall and closing the oak door behind her. He could only laugh and dance, so he gave her the parchment that was the reason for his rejoicing.

"Oh father, it's just what you've been waiting for!" She exclaimed once she had read it.

"I know, I know! And I'm nearly finished with my sword, too. Isn't it happy, Eowyn?"

"It's delightful!" She said. Soon she was laughing for her father looked so gay and happy while he danced around the hall. Their home, often quiet or filled with noises of metal work was now overflowing in happy laughter.

The parchment had been the announcement of a great fair where there was to be a contest to find the grandest weapon in all the land. Never could they have hoped for something so perfect.

"But father, this fair is nearly a week away. There will be much time to laugh once you come home, but we should be preparing for your journey." Eowyn said. Her interruption ended the laughter, and Eomund nodded in somber agreement.

"Yes, yes. Will you be a dear and get my things together? I think I shall leave tomorrow afternoon so I may sleep tonight and finish the sword in the early morning. Oh, I'm so happy, Eowyn!" With that said, he hurried to prepare for an early bed.

Humming a tune, Eowyn packed away many of his belongings for his journey. However, in the excitement she had forgotten the clouds filled with rain that had been approaching their village.

(( Love, hate? Please review, I love to hear what others think! I hope to be updating this story on a constant basis as opposed to my other stories. Speaking of other stories, here are a few things I think are worth reading.

Draco Malfoy: Run Away

The Whispering of the Willow Trees

A Sheep with Green Eyes

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