*Note* Grima is a bit perverted, and this piece is a little bit dark… despite the title so if you tend to like lighter stories, then I highly suggest you read another piece. And please don’t be too harsh. It’s my first piece.

*Disclaimer* I don’t own Lord of the Rings, or the characters in LotR*

I was thirteen winters at the time and Grima was 36 winters. I heard his steps echoing behind me in the Golden Hall of Edoras. I whirled around and saw the ghastly wraith behind me. He had a face which was almost as pale as a ray of light in the darkness; his hair was dark as a shadow. Many men of Rohan are golden haired and are usually tan.

His tall and slender frame towered over me as I stood, shaking. He gazed upon me and put me at unease, he pulled me closer to his body and leaned over and pressed his lips on to mine. I pushed him away and I gave him the hardest slap I could muster; I began to run, but Grima caught my sleeve and pulled me back. Chills went up my spine.

When I was a tap away from him he lifted my chin, and said, “You are so young.” He then tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “So innocent.” he whispered. He then leaned and kissed my forehead. I wriggled to be released. My uneasiness turned into fear. ‘Valar only knows he will do worse.’

I then kicked him in the shin and I lifted my dress and I ran with all speed, not even daring to look back. I ran down a flight of stairs and through a narrow hall I seized the knob to my cousin’s study, I burst the door open and I ran to my cousin Théodred. I leaned on his shoulders and I started to sob. I saw a look of concern on his face when I finally looked up.

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I’ll write more if you would like me to!