AN: This entire fic is dedicated to Narutolover98 due to her constant support and belief in me. Without her this fic would not have even been thought of. She helped me to catch and control this elusive plot bunny. She helped edit this fic. And she even encouraged me when i had just about given up. This fic goes out to her. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: After her ordeal with Wormtongue Eowyn thought there could be nothing worse. She was wrong. She is a caged shield maiden. But it is not Wormtongue that caged her but her own family. And her heart.

Rating: M

Chapter One - Guests

For days the slow torturing by Grima Wormtongue continued. And Eowyn suffered in silence. For now, Grima held the life of the king in his hands and Eowyn would die before giving Wormtongue a reason to kill her only living relative. And so she endured. The days blurred together with her window as the only source of comfort. And even it was a small one. Locked within her room Eowyn had only one reason to live. To see Wormtongue repayed in kind.

It was mid morning when the travellers arrived at the Methuseld. The cries from around the hall had reached her ears bearing strange news. What was a dwarf, elf, wizard and man doing at the hell? She climbed out of her daze and walked out to meet them. She was a shieldmaiden of Rohan. She would not be beaten by a snivelling excuse for an advisor.

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The party approached the hall only to be stopped by Hama. The doorkeeper removed them of their weapons, allowing Gandalf to keep his staff. As the group moved into the antechamber waiting for their audience with king Theoden they were met by a beautiful blonde woman. To Legolas she looked like a pale spring morning, still clutching at Winters embrace. She was beautiful, but wrong. Her blue eyes and brilliantly pale blonde hair were accentuated by her white and silver gown, but her eyes were cold and hidden as though trying to protect themselves from all those around her. They were filled with the deep desolation of despair.

She welcomed them to the hall with a barely noticeable smile.
"May I offer you some warm food after your journey?" she asked, looking straight at them unafraid. The dark man answered for the group.
"Some warm food would be greatly appreciated for we have travelled far these few days and are sorely in need of a few comforts." She smiled and bowed her head, leaving them as she made her way to the kitchens.

Eowyn walked the familiar path to the kitchens to get the group their food. Her thoughts lept from one member of the group to the next. The short and filthy dwarf, the old wizard in white, the handsome blonde elf who looked as if he saw too much and the strong dark man. It was then that Eowyn decided she would win this man. She wanted to have someone she could lean on, not that she ever would of course, someone who would help her get rid of Grima Wormtongue. It couldn't be the elf. He saw too much. He probably knew. She would not look weak in front of anyone. Especially someone so handsome.

It was in the kitchens that Wormtongue found her. He crept behind her trapping her between the bench and himself. His hands snaked their way over her arms and hips. He whispered into her ear, his oily voice making the words more sinister.
"How did you escape your room?" Eowyn stood stiff under his touch and words.
"you must have forgotten to lock the door." She tried to move away from him.
"You belong to me." He whispered again, forcefully as he moved his left hand to cup her breast and the other to cup between her legs through her dress.
"You forget, Wormtongue" she said spitting, "I belong to no-one." With that she elbowed him in the stomach. Wormtongue snarled and doubled over. He grabbed her hair pulling her down to his eye level.
"You WILL be mine" he said again.

A hand grasped his shoulder and pulled him backwards, almost throwing him out the door.
"I think you misunderstood." Legolas said, his blue eyes burning with intensity. "She said no." His voice and face were eerily calm as he threw Wormtongue out the door.

He turned to Eowyn. She was standing there shocked. Legolas put a hand on her shoulder. Looking into her eyes he saw a a flash of resentment.
"Are you ok?" he asked convcerned. Eowyn looked him straight in the eye.
"Of course." She smiled. Legolas wasn't convinced.
"Has he tried this before?" And again Eowyn lied.

"No."

AN/ What do you think? Is it ok?