Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness's Retribution ❯ Realizations of the Darkest Form ( Chapter 2 )

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Part Two: Realizations of the Darkest form



Rumil closes his eyes tightly and takes a few deep breaths. This was not really
happening to him. The stress of the last few months had finally caught up and
he was having a really, really bad nightmare. He opens his eyes to see Grima
still staring back. "This is really happening," he whispers.
"Ah, the elf finally realizes the truth. Yes, firstborn, you are bonded to Grima,"
Saruman remarks, "Now I shall leave the two of you to get acquainted with each
other."
"Valar curse you, Saruman!" Rumil spits venomously at him. The wizard turns and smirks
at him.
"I do believe that you are the one who is cursed and not I," he remarks calmly.
"I will find a way out of this wretched excuse for a bond, Istari and when I do, you
shall pay for this," he hisses. Saruman laughs.
"If, my dear elf, if you can find a way out of the bond you are in," Saruman corrects
him.
"What do you mean if? There is no question about this, wizard. I am going to find a way
to break free and you will be dead!" Rumil snaps.
"How do you know that it is a bond easily broken?" he asks in that calm tone that is
starting to wear on Rumil's last nerve.
"Because you couldn't have done any other kind of bond," Rumil retorts.
"Is that so?" Saruman inquires, "Because if I remember correctly, bonding someone takes
up a lot of magic and the stronger the bond, the stronger the magic must be, is
that not so?"
"Aye,"Rumil answers. "If that is true, then is it also not true that I am a very powerful wizard?" He asks.
"Aye," Rumil answers not liking where this is going.
"Well, there you have it. Now that I have reminded you of this, can you tell me that
you are going to be able to find a way to break it?" Saruman asks. The
silver-haired elf swallows. He is lying. He has to be lying. There is no way
he could have bonded me to Grima with a permanent binding. It is not possible.
The only ones who know how to do that have to be the most powerful with
magicValar, why am I doing this to myself. I am hoping in vain. Rumil
reaches up and brushes his hair out of his face. He suddenly realizes that his
arms are not in any way chained to the bed. He looks down his legs and finds
them devoid of any metal. He pushes himself off of the bed and realizes that he
can move. He turns and looks at Grima and Saruman. Neither one of them make a
move to stop him.
That alone should have told Rumil that something was wrong, but he does not notice. He
walks straight for the door and finds himself unhindered. Once he is standing
in front of the door, he tries the door knob and is surprised when it opens. He
looks at it curiously and without stopping to really wonder why he is getting
out much too easily; he steps out into the hallway. The moment he does, he
feels like someone has doused him in icy water and his legs give out sending
him onto the floor. He lets out a strangled gasp and writhes helplessly. Every part of his body begins to feel like
someone is pricking it with needles.
A strong arm reaches around and pulls him into the room. "I would not suggest you try
that again, captain," Saruman remarks, "Every time you pass ten feet from your
husband, that will happen." Rumil's eyes widen. This truly meant that he was
not going to be able to leave unless Grima wished it. He stares over at the
pale skinned man to see him smirking devilishly at him. The mortal obvious was
amused at his plight.
"So if I go ten feet that happens to me. What about him?" Rumil demands.
"Oh, that will happen if he does as well, but he is more capable of handling it then you
are. Being an elf, it only intensifies the pain that flows through you,"
Saruman remarks.
"I truly am trapped," Rumil whispers hoarsely, "Oh Valar, what am I going to do? I am truly
trapped here."