"(Y/n)............." The sound of her name being called out, rousing her gently from her slumber.

The last thing that she could remember, she had been in her rooms, banging on the door as she heard voices, a commotion. Yet then there had been something else, a harsh voice in her head that had sent her to her knees; her hands covering her ears. A voice that was nothing like the one that had just called out her name, once more. The princess slowly rising and looking around her; it obvious that she was no longer in Edoras, for she found herself to be laid out on a lush patch of grass, surrounded by tall verdant trees. The air filled with the scent of all the flowers that bloomed around her.

Slowly, she got to her feet. Her brows furrowing as she noticed that not only were her surroundings, new; but also, the gown that covered her. Gone the light grey, heavy woollen dress that she had been wearing, to be replaced by a gown that was as black as the lands of Mordor. Threads of silver creating delicate patterns in the soft material, that caught the rays of light that creeped through the thick green canopy that hung over her head.

"You are truly beautiful............" (Y/n) turning as the beautiful voice now came from right behind her. Her eyes growing wide and the breath catching in her throat, as she found before her, a man with such exquisite features; a man who held himself with such grace, with such perfect eyes, that she couldn't help but feel lost in him. A blush coming to her skin, as he reached out and placed a hand on her cheek.

"A true descendant of the greatest Rohirrim lords. As wild and untamed as the horses that once roamed free across the Mark." The man continued, as he took a step closer. (Y/n) able to feel her heart thunder in her chest, as he simply smiled at her. The princess unable to speak, to move, to think for a moment, as the pair just stood before one another in most comfortable of silences.

"Who.........who are you? Where am I..........?" She finally managed to ask. Sure, that her legs would give way from under her at any moment, as he inched even closer. There barely as chink of light now between their bodies.

"I, my lady, am but a humble admirer. One that would wish to claim your hand as his own. And as to where you are........well, you are safe. That is all you need to know. No one, and nothing can harm you while you are here; while you are with me.........." The man assured. (Y/n)'s eyes closing, as his soft hand slowly moved down from her cheek to caress her neck. A soft sigh leaving her lips, as his fingers danced across her bare shoulders.

"But............" (Y/n) began, gulping down the large lump that had formed in her throat as she opened her eyes. A sudden thought having hit her.

"But my father promised my hand to the Wormtongue. I cannot........."

"You have no need to concern yourself with him any longer, my lady. And as for your father.........I have spoken with him, and he has agreed that the match should not stand..........."

"My........my father.......he is well.......?" (Y/n) interrupted, as she gripped both of the man's hands. The princess desperate to hear that her father had been returned to his former self. That he was once more the man and king that she knew him to be. The father that she loved so much.

"He is well, my dear lady. The white wizard, nor his counsellor hold power over him any longer. Do not fear for Théoden King. All you need to think about, is enjoying your time here, and getting to know me. Would you like that.......?" The man replied, as he brough her hands up to his lips and kissed them. The heir to Rohan nodding, as she fell into his hypnotic eyes. The princess allowing him to take her arm and lead her further into the forest.

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Grima made his way into the room where (Y/n) still lay sleeping. A thin smile pulling at his equally thin lips, as he drew up to her side. Slowly he reached out his crooked hand and rested it on her cheek. She was much colder than she normally was, a little paler too; but no less beautiful. His brown teeth appearing, as his smile grew. The thought of her being his wife, of finally being able to claim her; of being able to see the beauty that lay beneath her usual heavy gowns, filling his mind. His hand moving from her cheek, down her neck and onto the top of her slowly rising and falling breasts.

"What are you doing?" Grima turning on his heels, as the sudden question caused him to almost jump out of his wretched skin. The White Wizard looking disdainfully at him, as he moved to where the princess lay.

"I.....I was just..........."

"You are not to touch her. Do you hear me, wretch? Sauron has plans for the princess..........."

"But you offered her to me. You promised that she would be my prize. That I would be able to have her as my bride............" Grima tried to protest. His hand covering his pained cheek; his lip bleeding once more, as he found himself on the floor. The wizard looming menacingly over him.

"Sniveling fool. You really think yourself worthy of such a woman? The Dark Lord has plans for the heir to Rohan. Plans that do not involve her being sullied by an insect like you. Though if you feel the need to argue your claim, I am sure that the master will hear your plea." Saruman scoffed, as he glared down out the snivelling sycophant.

"Now. Get out!" Grima scurrying away. The wizard turning his gaze to the sleeping princess. A small smile making its way onto his lips, before leaving his master to his work.