Author: Cordé 

Title: Tainted Love

Chapters:1-6
Pairing(s): Gríma Wormtongue / Lilith

Rating: R (Possibly NC-17)


Keywords: Angst, Romance, Drama, Mystery, Horror, Suspense, Action

Plot Summary: Plot of Fellowship of the Ring/TTT, focusing on Wormtongue

Disclaimer: I own Lilith and if you want her so bad as to sue me, I will 
gladly hand her over to you. Free of charge.

Tagline: Their flames of passion were now but smoldering embers of their
undying love. Their love was sacred and confined. To express their love in 
public ... would mean their fates.



Prologue



      Saruman was growing weary of the deeds Gríma was carrying out in Rohan, and decided to send another one 
of his followers, to assist Gríma. She was a headstrong woman who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved
 in return. She feared she would never meet anyone, until the day she was sent to Rohan. 


Chapter 1: The Cheap and Evil Girl



"She can hypnotize
With her evil eyes ..." ~ 'Cheap & Evil Girl' - Bree Sharp

      Gríma sat with Théoden all afternoon, filling his head with mindless dribble and lies by the dozen. By 
nightfall, he was growing weary of the old man's lifelessness and retired to his chambers where he slept. No 
one was awake in the castle, even Lady Éowyn was sleeping peacefully in her room.
      Before he headed to his chambers, Gríma looked in on Éowyn and sighed. She would never be his and he knew 
that. He just had to accept it. He looked down at his feet and headed to his room.
      Later that night, the door of the castle crept open and a cloaked figure stepped inside.
      Standing in a pool of ivory moonlight, the figure lowered the hood on its cloak, revealing auburn curls.
 The young woman turned, looking directly at Théoden, making her way over to him. She sat down beside him, 
leaning against him to study him. He was too far gone to reply to anything, so he accepted her being there. 
He had no other choice. She rested her head on the wall behind her, and soon sleep met her tired, aching body.
      The next morning, Gríma headed downstairs to fill Théoden's head with more lies, but stopped suddenly 
when he saw the auburn haired woman asleep beside Théoden.
Slowly approaching her, so as not to startle her, Gríma knelt down and touched her shoulder.
      "Excuse me, you're in my chair."
She jumped, her eyes opening wide. She looked at him and fell off of the chair, rolling over onto her back 
on the floor. 
"Here." He helped her up.
      "What are you doing here?" He asked.
      "I was sent by Saruman to make sure that Gríma Wormtongue was doing his job."
She said, studying a newly inherited wound on her arm.
      "I can assure you that I am. He needn't send a watcher after me." He replied, annoyance covering the 
words as they came out of his mouth.
She shrugged.
      "I'm just doing what he told me, whether you like it or not." She glared.
      "Look, I don't need your help I'm getting along just fine without you being here."
He scowled.
      "Yeah, it certainly looks like it." She said, her words dripping with sarcasm.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared him down, he just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at her. 
He sighed, there was no reason to get into an arguement, she was on his side after all.
      "Fine, then what shall I call you?" He said.
      "Ma'am." She replied.
      "Ma'am? There's no name? And what makes you a higher rank than me?" He asked.
      "Saruman's orders." She knelt to pick up her cloak. "And it's Lilith." She stated.
He nodded.
      "Now, take me to my room."
      "We don't have any available."
      "Then make room." She growled.
He glared at her.
      Don't get mad ... she's on your side ... and she does have a certain beauty about her ...
He sighed.
      "You can share my room ... it's big enough for two people."
      "Share a room with you? I'd rather be tortured by orcs." She replied, picking up her bag, heading up the stairs.
      "That can be arranged." He muttered.
      "What?!" She yelled.
      "Nothing ..." He replied, following her up the stairs.
      She's on your side ... your side.




Chapter 2: Cry Little Sister


"Immortal fear
that voice so clear
Through broken walls
that scream I hear
Cry little sister ..." ~ 'Cry Little Sister' - Gerard McMann

      The rest of the day, Lilith barely spoke to Gríma.
An occasional glare and nod was all he recieved from her.
      "Who is this?" Éomer demanded, seeing Lilith sitting by his uncle.
      "This is Lilith." Gríma replied. "She's here to help me."
      "Help you? Someone needs to come to their senses and kill < you!" Éomer yelled. "I have seen you 
watch my sister under your eyelids for too long, for too long you have haunted her steps. You deserve to 
die you filthy snake." Éomer spat.
      Gríma snapped his fingers and his guards came over.
      "Take him away." Gríma grinned devilishly.
      "I'll seek my revenge on you, Gríma Wormtongue! So help me!" Éomer yelled as they carried him out. 
Lilith looked at Gríma.
      "Nice work. Now, what do we do about the girl? 
She's trouble too."
She stood, stretching.
      "We wait. She might not be as much trouble as we think." Gríma replied.
Lilith nodded.
      "If she does anything, or steps one foot out of line, I'll slit her throat." Lilith looked at him.
He looked at her.
      "We can't very well kill her ..."
      "I didn't say kill her, I said slit her throat ... torture her a bit." Lilith got a devilish look in 
her eyes as she grinned.
      He had to admit she had a good head on her shoulders, and she was devilishly charming.
      "We'll let her live, for now." Gríma said. "When the time comes to kill her, I'll tell you, okay?" 
She sighed, then nodded.       "Okay, but I get to do it." She grinned.
      "Yes, yes. Of course, it's always you." 
      "And don't you ever forget that." 
She grinned, heading off down the hallway.
Eowyn sat in Theodred's room by his bed, holding his lifeless hand.
Tears of grievance spilled down her cheeks.
      "Oh, here you are." Lilith walked in. Eowyn stood, startled.
      "Get out of here, you vile creature." Eowyn replied.
      "Vile creature? Why so harsh?" Lilith entered the room.
      "I know you work with that snake ... you have to be vile."
Lilith grinned.
      "You're all alone, Little Girl. Your cousin has died, and your brother has deserted you."
      "Eomer ... what have you done to him?!" Eowyn demanded.
      "Sent him away on a permanent vacation." Lilith replied.
Eowyn screamed in frustration and lept at Lilith. 
Lilith laughed and shoved her over on the floor with a palm to her face.
      "Easy, Little Girl. You might hurt yourself." 
Lilith grinned wickedly at her and left the room.
Eowyn swore and spat on the ground.
      "So help me, I will take care of you both myself." 
Eowyn made her words a vow as she rose to her feet, exiting the room.





Ch 3-4

"I need some love like I never needed love before
(wanna make love to ya baby)
I had a little love, now I'm back for more
(wanna make love to ya baby)
Set your spirit free, it's the only way to be ..." ~ '2 Become 1' - Spice Girls

      Lilith returned to the throne room where Grima sat, giving his advice to the king, who looked as if
 one blow from even something as simple as a door closing would turn him to dust. 
Lilith stood beside him and placed a palm upon his shoulder.
He turned around swiftly and looked at her.
A playful grin formed across her lips.
      "I think you need a break ... he looks as if he's had enough anyway."
He looked at her.
      "A break?"
She grinned.
      "Ohh." He nodded and stood, following her into his room. 
By the time they reached his door they were already tearing at each others' clothing like wild animals.
He pressed her against his door, her right arm went around his neck, her left hand felt behind her for 
the doorknob. 
His lips came in contact with her neck and she emitted a deep, low growl from her throat. He flicked his
 tongue against the pale skin and she felt her knees grow weak.
      Finally, the doorknob turned and they fell into his room.
He landed on top of her with a soft thud as her auburn curls cusioned her head.
      "All right?" He asked.
      "All right." She replied.
He slid with her across the floor and kicked the door shut with his foot.
      "Lock it?" She asked.
      "No need. No one bothers coming into my room." He replied, tracing her jawline down to her neck
 with his tongue.
She moaned softly, placing a hand on the back of his head, gripping some of his raven hair.
Surprisingly, it was very soft. 
      She widened her legs somewhat and let him settle in the cradle of her hips.
He lifted her skirt above her knees and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his. Her mouth was soft, warm, 
slightly tentative. Then, after a tiny pause, Grima felt the tip of her tongue, questing, and he opened 
his mouth to her kiss.
      It was a shallow kiss at first, merely the quick darting of an inexperienced tongue. But Grima, 
rather to his own surprise, found himself deepening the kiss, and inhaling her breath. She tasted sweet,
 like fresh, ripe plums. And, even as he knew that he should pull away and leave, Grima knew that he would 
not. Could not. 
      With a throaty growl, he rolled back onto his back, breaking their kiss and pulling her with him.
 She followed willingly, landing on him in all the right places. 
Her hair fanned across his chest, and her face above his had the same need, same sudden urgency he felt. 
Her hands still tangled in his dark hair, she slid her legs across his waist, and rested her knees on either 
side of his hips, lowered her head, and kissed him, long and passionately. Her searching tongue found his, 
and a shot of pain and pleasure forked through him.
      Breaking their kiss, she pulled back, panting a little. Grima, too, had forgotten to breathe during 
the heat of the moment. 
      "Mmmm," she said softly, wonderingly.
      "Indeed," he replied, watching the redness on her face steal across her cheeks, & down the ivory skin 
of her throat. 
It disappeared beneath the high collar of her dress, and Grima wanted very much to see how far down it went.
Placing his hands at her waist, he pulled her closer to him, his tongue flicking against her ear.
Her eyes widened, but she made no move to stop him. 
She shifted her weight somewhat on top of him, grinding her hips against him in a primal manner. 
Did she have the slightest idea of what she did to him?
The wicked little grin that appeared on her face told him that perhaps she did. She stilled his hands with 
her own, pushing them down to her thighs, and he frowned. She was going to stop him now?
      "Here," she said, her voice husky. "Let me help."
Pushing her weight onto her knees, she straightened, pulling the velvet dress over her head in one swift motion. 
Then, her hands slipped to the laces on those already indecent undergarments. 
Grima stared transfixed as she untied the laces and pulled them slowly off of her.
      Then his eyes traveled up, stopping in certain areas, until he met her eyes. 
He circled her exposed waist with his arms, feeling her hot skin and taking note at how quickly her breath came. 
Slowly, he reached behind her and held her tightly against him, grinding his hips against her.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but no sound came out. 
      For a moment, he thought she might be in a state of shock. 
But then that naughty little teasing smile returned to her crimson lips, and she leaned forward, brushing 
her exposed breasts against his black, rough clothing.
      "Naughty snake," she whispered, flicking her tongue against her teeth, reaching between them, tugging 
his loose robes up until they bunched under his arms. 
He shifted, lifting his arms, and she pulled the robes over his head.       Her hands slid up his bare arms, 
pinning them to the ground at the wrist. Her mouth found his again, beneath the curtain of her hair, and she 
pressed against him, his skin burning where it met hers.
Grima pulled his arms tight about her, rolling her onto her side. 
Then, he propped himself on one elbow and paused, looking at her. 
She rolled over onto her back on the rug, her hair fanned out beneath her. Her breath came in quick gasps, 
and she touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip.
He leaned over and kissed her mouth softly, running a hand along her body, feeling her hot skin.
      Raising his head, Grima watched, grinning wickedly as her face registered surprise, ache, and ecstasy 
as his fingers found her core.
She caught his lower lip in her teeth and moaned, tilting her head back against the rug. Furrowing her brows.
      "Please … now ..." She murmured softly, arching against his hand and driving his fingers deeper into her
 body. He felt her muscles clench down hard around his fingers, and a low hiss escaped between his teeth.
      He traced her inner thighs and, when she raised her hips hungrily, he slid his finger higher. Impatiently,
 she lay there, completely naked beneath his gaze.
She watched him hungrily as he rid himself of the last of his clothes and joined her again on the rug. The kiss 
she met him with as he lay beside her was fierce and untamed.
Her hands were everywhere: in his hair, on his back, between them. Always searching, pulling him closer. And as 
much as he wanted to extend the sweet torture, Grima found an answer growing inside him.
      Slowly, she opened her legs, drawing him between them eagerly. 
He felt the last bit of restraint leave him, and he slid into her quickly. The intense heat and pressure nearly 
undid him right there, but he took a long, deep breath and, holding her close, pushed gently, seeking to bury
 himself in her body.
Catching her lips with his, he pressed close and began a slow, steady rhythm, exploring the grooves and curves 
inside her body. She ground against him, whimpering and driving him deeper.
      "Faster!" she urged, and he complied, straightening his arms and bracing himself above her. Her face was
 bright with desire. She raised her legs, linking her ankles behind his back and adjusting the angle again,
 pulling him into her as deep as he could go.       The sudden movement, combined with the depth and heat,
 mixed with the tight clutch of her muscles, proved too much for him. With a guttural cry, he thrust in 
one more time and released, feeling explosions ripple throughout every part of his body. He was pretty 
sure he saw sparks behind his eyes as he clamped them shut.
After a few moments, he heard her answering cry, and felt her body shudder hard beneath him.
It took several moments before he could open his eyes and breathe again. He saw her staring back at him,
 soft and smiling, her hair spread out in an auburn pool behind her head. Her hands were gentle now,
 first on his back, then sliding up to tangle themselves in his hair.
      "Hello, there, my love." he said, leaning in to kiss her softly.
      "I thought for a minute there I would die of pleasure." Rolling to the side and pulling her close,
 Grima chuckled.
      "But as you see, we're both still here," he murmured, tucking his face into her soft hair, 
and breathing deeply. He had never known a feeling of such utter satisfaction or relaxation, and he smiled,
 letting himself stray into a dream, far from reality. When he focused his eyes again, darkness was settling 
into his room. The air had turned cool on his bare
 skin, and she was nowhere to be found.




Chapter 4: Don't Come Around Here No More



"I don't feel you anymore 
You darken my door 
Whatever you're looking for 
Hey, don't come around here no more" ~ 'Don't Come Around Here No More' - Tom Petty 

      The next morning, when Lilith awoke and headed downstairs, she came face to face with an all out battle
 between good and evil. Gandalf the Gray (White) had arrived with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Grima was trying 
to get rid of Gandalf, when Gandalf slipped past him and made his way to Theoden.       "Hello, Saruman ... come
 out and play." He said, holding his staff over to Theoden.
      "Gandalf the White!" Theoden screamed in Saruman's voice. "You stupid fool, don't you understand? I leave,
 he dies."
      "Not if I can help it." Gandalf said, slamming his staff down upon Theoden's head, knocking Saruman's spir
it from within.
      "The wizard's staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!" Grima yelled as Theoden began to heal.
Before he knew it, Grima was outside on the steps, backing away from the shrill eyes of Theoden, as well 
as the four that had arrived.
      "I only wished to serve you." Grima pleaded, backing down the stairs.
      "You are no servant of mine, you heartless, coldblooded snake!" Theoden took his sword from its sheath
 and held it high, the morning sun glinting off of it.
      "No ..." Aragorn stepped forth and caught Theoden's arm before he cast the sword into the broken man's
 chest.
"Too much blood has been spilled on his account ... just rid Rohan of his sight." Lilith ran outside, hearing 
the raised voices.
      "Grima!" She yelled.
      "Lilith, stay there!" he yelled.
      "You as well? I don't know who you are, but if you're with him, you go, too!" Theoden yelled, 
shoving her roughly towards Grima as he stood.
She landed in Grima's embrace, nearly toppling them down the remaining stairs.
      "Be gone ... you vile creatures, and never return." Theoden spoke, sheathing his sword.
      Grima got his horse and headed off out the gates of Rohan, Lilith holding onto his waist.
      "Get out of my way!" He shouted harshly to one of the gatekeepers before making off across the
 land for Isengard.
When they reached a safe enough distance away, Grima slowed his horse and they entered the woods.
      "I have failed." Lilith spoke, resting her head on his back.
      "Failed? At what?" Grima said.
      "Saruman said, that if you didn't do you job, I was to kill you, thus keeping you away from Mordor 
... but instead of killing you ... I saw another side of you. And I too did not do my job." She said.
      "What will happen to you?" Grima asked.
      "Torture, most likely." She sighed.
      "I can't allow that to happen, I'm sure I can talk some sense into Saruman."
      "I don't know." She said, once more resting her head against his back. "I just don't know."

Chapter 5: Pride, in the Name of Love

"One man come in the name of love 
One man come and go 
One man come, he to justify 
One man to overthrow 
In the name of love 
What more in the name of love" ~ 'Pride, in the Name of Love' - U2 


      It was night when they arrived in Isengard. 
Grima helped Lilith off of the horse and they headed into Orthanc. Saruman met them in the 
stairwell leading up to the door. 
      "Welcome back ... get inside, a new plan is brewing and I want you two to hear about it." 
Grima looked at Lilith and she gave a small sigh of relief as they followed Saruman inside. 
      "Oh, Lilith ..." Saruman started when they walked inside. 
      "Sir?" She turned. 
      "I know you failed me ..." He looked at her. 
Her eyes widened and her blood ran cold. 
      "You know what this means, don't you?" He asked. She nodded slowly. 
Saruman snapped his fingers and two orcs grabbed ahold of Lilith's arms. 
      "Stop!" Grima yelled. 
Saruman looked at him. 
      "I'll deal with you later, be silent." Saruman said, giving the orcs a signal to carry Lilith out. 
Lilith cried out as the orcs carried her down into their little 'underworld.' 
      "Sir, please don't punish her ... she has done nothing wrong ..." Grima pleaded. 
      "She has failed me ... and you have as well, but since you are my right hand man, I can not
 punish you at the moment." 
Grima sighed in frustration. 
      "Give her a second chance!" He yelled. 
      "Why should I?" Saruman asked. 
Grima went silent, seeing the expression on Saruman's face. 
      "Because ... I love her ..." Grima muttered. 
      "What was that?" Saruman asked. 
      "I love her!" 
Grima yelled, feeling a pressure that was rising slowly begin to recede. 
Saruman's lips formed into an evil grin. 
      "Lovely ..." He laughed. "Lovely!" He bellowed, the entire room shook. "This is priceless."
 Saruman said, heading off into his chamber. 
      "Sir, please ..." Grima felt a tear slip down his cheek. 
      "Get back to work, you filthy serpent." Saruman said, shutting the door to his chamber. 
Grima fell to his knees and cried out at Saruman, a desparate cry of a man who had lost almost
 everything in his life. 
      He knew he had to defy Saruman and save her, but he knew that would probably mean death for
 both of them, and he couldn't allow that. 
So many answers were running through his head, he hoped to find the right one, before it was too 
late ... 
      That night, Grima sat with Saruman, hating him more than he ever had. 
He knew Saruman was just keeping him there so his plan of saving Lilith would fail. 
At around two in the morning, the orcs brought Lilith to Saruman's chambers.       "Nice work." 
Saruman said. 
      Grima got to his feet quickly and Saruman glared, making him sit back down.
The orcs shoved Lilith to the floor and she let out a small cry as she hit the floor. Her hair
 was dirty now with blood and dirt, her beautiful ivory face was covered with scratches, her clothes were shreaded. 
Grima got up, forgetting about Saruman, and rush over to her. 
      "Lilith ..." He held her body tightly, but comfortably, against him. 
Her breathing was rough and blood seeped from her nose. 
      "Grima ..." She choked. 
He touched her face, moving some of her hair from her eyes. 
      "I'm here ... I'm here." He felt the tears return his eyes. 
      "Grima ..." She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. 
He could see the pain that resided behind her eyes, and a fury rose up in him. 
      "Lilith ... don't worry, I'm here now." He picked her up and looked at Saruman. 
"If you ever come near her again, I will kill you!" He headed for the door and with a swift
 movement of his staff, Saruman closed it.
He closed all doors, trapping him, Grima, and Lilith inside.
      "Did you think escape was so easy?" He laughed wickedly.
      "Let us out! She needs help ..." Grima yelled, feeling fear and anger rise together inside him.
      "She will die like the rest of them, there's nothing you can do."
Grima looked down at Lilith, he had to do something.
He carefully laid her on the floor out of the way and ran at Saruman, anger urging him on.
      Saruman held up his staff and blocked Grima from touching him, sending Grima sliding backwards
 across the floor. He got up and shook it off, charging at him again.
Once more, he was on his back, sliding across the floor.
      "You fool, you cannot defeat me, I am a wizard. You are nothing more than a slithering human who 
deserves to be killed."
Grima got this knees, wiping the blood from his mouth.
      "I have heard that many times in my life ..." He said, looking at his reflection in the floor, 
it angered him. "And I knew I would never belong ... but then Lilith arrived, and she changed all of that." 
      He looked up at Saruman. 
"Can't you find a place within your soul, I know you have one, and just let us go? We mean nothing to
 you and you have thousands upon thousands of orcs to do your evil bidding." 
Saruman was silent. 
      "Fine, be gone. But if I see you around here, or anywhere near here, I will have you killed on 
site. Is that understood?" Grima nodded, picking up Lilith. 
Her body was cold so he wrapped her in his coat. 
      "You have two minutes to get out before I change my mind and let the orcs loose." Saruman said,
 opening one of the doors. Grima rushed out, never looking back. 
He carried the woman he loved in his arms, and a heavy burden on his back.