Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness's Retribution ❯ And in the Shadows Bind them ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author's note: Here is part one and I hope that you like it. Please note the warnings for they are there for a reason!
Chantinghe could hear chanting
but it was too faint for him to make out the words. He struggles to pull
himself into awareness. Finally, his eyes come into focus and he stares up into
a dark room. "Ah, so the elf finally decides to come around," a cold voice
remarks calmly.
"Saruman," Rumil spits as he recognizes the voice. Why did Saruman have him?
"Now is that anyway to greet your host? I always thought elves were more polite then
that," The wizard remarks with a look of mock pain.
"What do you want, wizard?" Rumil demands. Fear floods through him at the thought of
being alone in Isengard with this maniac but he quickly masks it.
"Oh, I don't want anything from you, Rumil," Saruman says with an amused tone, "But I
do not think that Grima shares that same opinion." It takes a few moments for
the truth to sink in. Grima? Rumil had heard very little about the man. The few
things he had heard never settled well with him.
"What does that pitiful excuse for a mortal have to do with anything, wizard?" Rumil
demands.
"Why, he's the reason that you are in Isengard, dear elf," Saruman answers as if it were
the most obvious thing. Rumil is finding himself quite irritated by the
wizard's calm demeanor.
"Will you quite making broad explanations for this! I do not see what that miserable excuse for
a mortal has to do with me waking up in Isengard!" he growls.
"My you are a fiery one, although I guess I should not be surprised since you serve
Galadriel and Celeborn," Saruman remarks, "Very well, you want to know why you
are in Isengard? Well, just look down at the palm of your hands and tell me."
Wordlessly, Rumil looks down at his hands. In the center of each palm was a
long, thin cut. The silver-haired elf stares at them in confusion.
"What did you do?" he demands. Saruman laughs unpleasantly.
"You truly cannot tell? Take a close look, elf. I am sure that you will realize what has
happened," the wizard sneers. Rumil stares at his hands. Why in the world would
they be cut? There was no reason for it unlessRumil's heart stops for a
moment.
"No," he whispers, "No, you didn't"
"Yes," Saruman answers with an evil smirk, "I did." Rumil's blue-gray eyes widen in
horror.
"You bonded me toto" he stammers.
"To me," a silky voice finishes. Rumil stares behind Saruman to see Grima. He cringes.
"Wh-why?" he asks.
"Because I can," Saruman answers. Rumil shivers. He was bonded to this evil excuse for a
creature.
"Oh, sweet Elbereth," the elf whimpers, "Oh sweet, sweet Valar, don't do this to me."