Alone

Alone
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Grima mainly; some (Grima/Éowyn)
Summary: This is a Grima tale, but he’s supposed to be alive after Saruman dies. It’s from his PoV and he is very depressed and alone, hence the title. It’s also kind of creepy because he’s talking to you.
Disclaimer: Hey, what can I say!? I stole him! I can’t help it! No, just kidding you know who he belongs to.

I awoke to a cold morning and an empty bed… again. But then again I never really have woken up to a full bed. Well, it’s ground actually. I bit of dirt and twigs is hardly a bed. Anyway, I’ve always slept alone. I am usually alone now, in and out of bed. A few beasts wander into my cave. They don’t stay long though. I usually eat them.
The sun was just barely peeking above the mountains I have taken refuge in. It’s nothing but me and the quaint little cave I sleep in. It’s always cold in here even with the little fire I’ve built.
Like I was saying It was cold and lonely. I heard a noise outside, probably what woke me up. I thought at first it was breakfast waiting to be caught, but I soon learned it was something much larger than what I could kill. I left it be and it went on looking for it’s breakfast probably. So there I sat again in the darkened and damp cave wandering what I would do today to keep my sanity.
I had a dream. What was the dream? Oh, I… I’d rather not say. It’s kind of embarrassing. Too bad that dumb animal had to wake me up. It was a good dream. About her. I haven’t dreamt in awhile. Well, I might have but haven’t remembered any of them. And it’s definitely been awhile since I dreamt about her. With her golden hair fanned out beneath me or bouncing with her rhythm in it’s sweaty layers. I think I prefer the second.
I’m sorry I shouldn’t speak of such things. Especially to someone as beautiful as you. I’m sure you don’t want me speaking of other women and my likings for them if you’re reading this. Well, then. Why don’t we talk about you? You look nice. I like what you’ve done with your hair. It’s good to be talking to someone again. You are so easy to look at after being in this cave for so long.
What shall we do first. Something to take my mind off arousal maybe? No!? Well, you are an interesting girl. Well, what shall we do then? I’m just going to loosen these up a bit. That’s better. It was getting a bit tight around the hips. But I feel better now. I’d feel even better if I could do something about this. You wouldn’t mind would you? It’s been so long. I’m just going to stroke myself. Oooh, that feels good. Better than I remembered.
My hands are rougher than they were before. Stupid cave. I guess it feels good though. The roughness feels good against my sensitive shaft. I like a slow rhythm it’s tantalizing. It’s torture on myself. The feel of warmth around my cock moving slowly and fluidly up and down is agonizing. I can’t go on like this forever though. I’ve got to quicken pace. That’s better. Still fluidly but faster, more pleasurable.
I’m getting close now. I can feel it. I need more. Faster. Desperately faster. I need this release. It’s close. I’m close. Oh, yes. Yes! Yes! God, yes! God, I’d forgotten how good it felt to get off. Cum feels good on my hands. It’s warm, unlike my cave. It’ll be warm for awhile longer if you stay. Will you stay and keep me warm? If you want to go I’ll understand. I’m used to being alone.
~FIN~