Work: the Lord of the Rings
A/N: This story is named for the two-faced god of gates and doorways, his faces looking in opposite directions. In this drabble, Éowyn is about seventeen and Gríma has yet to be corrupted… but the darkness is creeping in.
There were two extraordinarily different sides to loving the unattainable, Gríma had come to realize.
The first was a sweet serenity, a peace which came from the knowledge that she was near and the world was more beautiful for it. Her very presence was enough to bring a secretive smile to his usually somber face.
The second was less frequent but more potent: a maddening desire that threatened to overtake all reason. Sometimes he found himself watching her obsessively, imagining things of which he was later ashamed.
He despised these lustful moments – he feared that someday he might lose control.