The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Rohirrim princess - Part 5 - Wormtongue x Reader

For Titanarmor1

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile; but if truth be told, she had been smiling since she woke in this strange, yet beautiful place to find the man that currently held her in his arms, as he danced her around the floor.

She didn't know how long she had been with the handsome man, who had told her to call him Annatar; the princess sure that the name was familiar to her ear, though before she could think on it any further, he would whisk her away to some other breathtaking place; but in all honesty, she didn't care how long it had been. In the past, she had had no time to think on love; (Y/n) too concerned with taking care of her father and brother after her mother had passed to join the ancestors; and then scared for her father and the people when the sicken had taken him, to think of suitors. And then......then, when her father had finally called her to see him, he had informed her that she was to be wed to that vile insect, Grima; all thought of loving the man that she would find herself married to for the rest of her days, was taken from her, as she had looked at the smiling, wretched, black clad, creature. Then along had come Annatar, as if by magic, who had made her feel as thought she was the most wonderful, beautiful woman in the world; and she couldn't help but feel as though she was losing her heart to him more and more with every passing moment. Her eyes closing as he gently combed his fingers through her hair.

"Marry me, my dearest, (Y/n)........? Join me, be mine........." He suddenly asked. Her eyes flying open at his words.

Marriage........had she known Annatar long enough for that.......? It was true that the man that currently held her in his arms, had saved her from having to marry Grima. That he had informed her that her father was now well, and had approved of him as a suitor; but marriage.........? She had to admit that there had been something niggling at the back of her mind about Annatar since she had first laid eyes on him. A darkness that she couldn't quite put her finger on; yet every time she had thought she knew what it was, he would do something sweet, would take her in his arms and whisper of his growing love for her; and the thought that she had had, would vanish. It would disappear into the ether, like it had never been there in the first place. The heir to the throne of Rohan; the one-day queen of the Kingdom of the Horsemen, losing herself in a love that she had never experienced before. (Y/n) finding herself nodding to Annatar's question, despite her nagging thoughts, despite the fact that she had not spoken to her father. Her handsome suitor leaning in, so that he could place his lips to hers. Something moving through her, as they touched.

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Grima made his way through the shadows of the Orthanc, doing his best to not catch the attention of the ever-watchful white wizard. Since he had been sent scurrying away by Saruman, all he had been able to think of, was the princess that he had been promised. One of the reasons that he had become Sauron's vasal; had become the Dark Lord's spy in the kingdom of Théoden King, was that he had been promised (Y/n)'s hand, for his service.

From the moment that (Y/n) had blossomed into the beautiful woman that she was, Grima had lost his heart. He knew that under normal circumstances, the princess would never look to him for love; the gods only knew that he could not compete with the handsome men that wished to be her suitors. Men that were tall, broad and brave, just like her brother Théodred, and her cousin Éomer. Men that would ride the mark and fight in battle for her honour. Men that......well, that weren't him. Grima never having been tall, broad, handsome or brave. Never riding the mark or battled in her honour. So, when he had been promised her; when he had been given the opportunity to get what he had desired for so very long, he had been unable to say no. Grima doubting that anyone would believe that what he had done, he had done for love. That watching as (Y/n)'s beloved father had been turned from a strong, brave and vital king, into something that looked little better than a corpse that sat upon the throne; had been done, because he had desired to call the princess, his. Yet despite knowing that now Théoden was no longer under the spell of Saruman, he would never allow his daughter to marry him. That (Y/n) would never wish to lay her eyes on him again; that did not mean that he had stopped wanting her. Grima aware that even though it might be impossible, he had to get the princess away from the black tower, from the white wizard and the Dark Lord. The former chief counsellor not sure what the plans were that Sauron had for her; but he was not going to let them happen. Grima only hoping that if he saved her, when she woke from the spell that Saruman had cast over her, she may look at him as something other than the vile creature that everyone believed him to be.

Quietly, as quietly as the insects that crawled the darkest corners and crevices of the impenetrable tower that had been built so long before by the Dúnedain; Grima made his way into the room where he had had to leave (Y/n). A small smile pulling at his thin lips, as he looked at her form; slowly making his way over to where the beauteous princess lay. His hand hesitantly reaching out to touch her; yet before he could, (Y/n)'s body began to shake, to convulse. Streaks of black making their way from her lips down her neck and to the rest of her body. Grima turning as a hand suddenly came to rest on his shoulder. His eyes growing wide, as he saw the white wizard. A small, eerie smile, pulling at the very corners of Saruman's lips.

"Good........she said yes................"