To Warm An Advisor's Heart
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
6,086
Reviews:
64
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 16
Credit goes to Yue for a comment. I hope you don’t mind, but I put it as the opening line in this chapter because it’s something Rose would say.
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The bitch is going to die. It’s as simple as that. You are going to kill her!
She didn’t just brag to her troops about how she had her way with you. Oh no. She told everyone who would listen about your ‘night of passion and pleasure.’
You stomp through the hallway as you seethe with anger. Your sword is held tightly at your side. “Rose, calm down,” Erestor says. He tries to grab your hand, but you jerk out of his grip. “She is stronger than you. You could get seriously hurt.”
“I don’t care!” you snap. “That bitch is getting what’s coming to her.” You watch elves jump around of your way as you pass. A few of them cautiously trail behind, knowing where you are going.
“Your pride isn’t worth this.”
“My pride.” You stop so suddenly he nearly walks into you. You whirl around and stare at him with disbelief. “This isn’t about my pride! To hell with my pride as long as I’ve got you.” Your features soften as you stroke his cheek. “But she is trying to hurt you more so than me. And that is unforgivable.” Your face hardens as you turn back around and continue down the hallway.
“Why don’t you go to Galadriel-“ He begins.
“I’m not dragging her into this. This is between the bitch and me.” You reach the training grounds. You ignore the points and snickers you earn from the elven warriors.
“Hey baby, how about a go with me?” a warrior says as he reaches for your ass. You grab him and throw him to the ground.
You walk into the middle of the fighting ring. “Sabrina!” you shout. “Get your fucking ass out here.”
She enters the ring with a smirk on his face. “What is it my pretty thing? Come for more?” she asks. Her companions chuckle.
“Yes, for your blood,” you growl. You hold your sword in attack stance.
Sabrina stops laughing. The warriors around you stare at you in disbelief. You block out their reactions as you focus on the bitch. She tries to laugh again, but it comes out false.
You put all your weight in your sword as you charge. She barely fumbles out her sword to block it. You don’t give her a chance to think as you swing hard again. The blow, while blocked, hits her sword with enough force to knock her to the ground. Her sword flies from her grip.
You stand before her, your sword pointed at her neck. Your eyes are narrowed and you can’t seem to get enough air in your lungs.
“Tell them,” you demand. “Tell them the truth or I’ll slice your neck.” She knows you are serious. Her eyes are wide and she’s trembling with fear. “Tell them bitch!”
“We didn’t do anything but kiss,” she whispers.
“Louder. So Valor himself can hear you and know of your lies.” You knick her neck to emphasis your point.
“We didn’t do anything but kiss!” she screams. “I made everything up! I’m a liar!” She’s crying.
You step away from her and sheathe your sword. You feel a hand on your elbow. It’s Erestor. You let him guide your through the crowd of people. As you make your way out of the training grounds, you mutter under your breath, “Wimp.”
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The bitch is going to die. It’s as simple as that. You are going to kill her!
She didn’t just brag to her troops about how she had her way with you. Oh no. She told everyone who would listen about your ‘night of passion and pleasure.’
You stomp through the hallway as you seethe with anger. Your sword is held tightly at your side. “Rose, calm down,” Erestor says. He tries to grab your hand, but you jerk out of his grip. “She is stronger than you. You could get seriously hurt.”
“I don’t care!” you snap. “That bitch is getting what’s coming to her.” You watch elves jump around of your way as you pass. A few of them cautiously trail behind, knowing where you are going.
“Your pride isn’t worth this.”
“My pride.” You stop so suddenly he nearly walks into you. You whirl around and stare at him with disbelief. “This isn’t about my pride! To hell with my pride as long as I’ve got you.” Your features soften as you stroke his cheek. “But she is trying to hurt you more so than me. And that is unforgivable.” Your face hardens as you turn back around and continue down the hallway.
“Why don’t you go to Galadriel-“ He begins.
“I’m not dragging her into this. This is between the bitch and me.” You reach the training grounds. You ignore the points and snickers you earn from the elven warriors.
“Hey baby, how about a go with me?” a warrior says as he reaches for your ass. You grab him and throw him to the ground.
You walk into the middle of the fighting ring. “Sabrina!” you shout. “Get your fucking ass out here.”
She enters the ring with a smirk on his face. “What is it my pretty thing? Come for more?” she asks. Her companions chuckle.
“Yes, for your blood,” you growl. You hold your sword in attack stance.
Sabrina stops laughing. The warriors around you stare at you in disbelief. You block out their reactions as you focus on the bitch. She tries to laugh again, but it comes out false.
You put all your weight in your sword as you charge. She barely fumbles out her sword to block it. You don’t give her a chance to think as you swing hard again. The blow, while blocked, hits her sword with enough force to knock her to the ground. Her sword flies from her grip.
You stand before her, your sword pointed at her neck. Your eyes are narrowed and you can’t seem to get enough air in your lungs.
“Tell them,” you demand. “Tell them the truth or I’ll slice your neck.” She knows you are serious. Her eyes are wide and she’s trembling with fear. “Tell them bitch!”
“We didn’t do anything but kiss,” she whispers.
“Louder. So Valor himself can hear you and know of your lies.” You knick her neck to emphasis your point.
“We didn’t do anything but kiss!” she screams. “I made everything up! I’m a liar!” She’s crying.
You step away from her and sheathe your sword. You feel a hand on your elbow. It’s Erestor. You let him guide your through the crowd of people. As you make your way out of the training grounds, you mutter under your breath, “Wimp.”