Title kind of sounds like a heavy metal band. Anyway, there were a couple things I wanted to do with this one. I wanted to explore Eowyn's depression as well as Grima's love and sympathy. It kind of strayed from the original idea, but hey. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah. You know they're not mine.
The walls had closed around her, all at once. There was no where to go, away from this pain, out of her cage. She curled herself up as small as she could and buried her face in her knees. Sobs shook her whole body, made more violent as she tried to repress loud cries of misery. Tears stained her gown, and she was ashamed of her weakness.
"Ni quorya. I'm drowning and no one is there to hear me scream," she whispered, only to the darkness around her. The words quieted her tears and reduced her to shaking silently.
Eowyn sat hugging her knees, leaning against the headboard of her bed. Tears she had not bothered to wipe away stained her face. Her breath came heavy now, but regular. The storm was over and the air lay still. She was spent of all her energy, but still could not sleep. Slowly she laid her head down, though still wide awake for what felt like an eternity.
He listened patiently at the door until he was sure she was asleep. It hurt him so much to hear her in such misery and know he could not go to her. Not to be able to answer her cries for help while his heart broke with every sob. When her breathing was slow and steady he gingerly pushed the door open and looked in. The dim light from the hallway fell in a thin line on Eowyn's face. He crept into the room, his eyes never leaving the beauty of his princess, and knelt beside her bed. With one hand he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, careful not to wake her. He knew he had her only in these moments when she could not even see the love so evident in his eyes.
Most nights he did this. Late at night he knew Eowyn was still awake, and he could not bear the thought of her being alone, though he knew she would not allow him into her room if she knew he was there. Carefully he pushed a lock of golden hair from her face. She grinned contentedly and shifted slightly in her sleep.
Grima pulled his hand away nervously, terrified of what would happen if Eowyn awoke. He knew that his nightly visits were wrong and perverse, but he found could not keep himself from taking advantage of the one time of day when she would not retreat from him in hatred.
"My princess, if only you could know the truth of my love," he whispered. In a moment of impulse he leaned slowly towards her and pressed a tender kiss to her brow. He then stood and left as silently as he had entered. His heart broke as he thought of how the next time he looked on Eowyn her eyes would again be full of the loathing she felt for him by day.
more than a whisper,
Any sudden movement of my heart,
And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away.
My second Grima/Eowyn fic. Expect more of these. Lyrics from "The Last Song I'm Wasting on You" by Evanescence. Don't R&R! I hate you all! (Just kidding. I love you! Please don't leave!)