Fear gripping her heart, Eowyn rose slowly, turning,
expectingat any momentto feel the creatures
foul teeth ripping her flesh.
Instead, the thing spoke to her, its words rumbling deep in its
chest: Look at me
She raised her eyes, reluctantlyup its powerful, all too
human bodyto the wolven face, with its angry, yellow stare.
Do you like what you see, woman?
Like? she whispered. What do you mean?
But she knew exactly what it meant and, though she tried, she
could not keep her horrified gaze from dropping back to its groin.
Come, growled the gaur, grasping her wrist with a
clawed hand. Receive my seed and, with it, my gift of power.
Power? Eowyn struggled against the fog invading her mind.
Power to change, at will, into this form, whispered the
gaur, inside her head, with all of its strength and speed and
savage beauty; power to make others like yourself; power to live
No, thought Eowyn, none of that means anything to me
But, even as she rejected the gaurs gift, something
elsesome terrible, primitive urgewas uncoiling,
deep inside her.
It is always so, purred the gaur, drawing its claws
lightly across her cheek, with women.
Women want to be taken
It pushed her against
the tree trunk, and its hand dropped to her belly, and she heard
the sudden rending of silk and leather, felt the chill of air
upon her bare skin, and the sharp kiss of claw-tips raking her
growled the gaur.
And the awakening animal in her leaned into its touchkeen
and teasingand shuddered with violent pleasure as it toyed
But that wordstrangely familiarseemed to awaken something
else within hersomething clean and pure that was nestling
safely in her heartand, whilst her primitive self responded
to the rough caress, Eowyn searched for it, trying to make sense
of the sadness its imminent loss aroused in her
The memory of Legolas filled her mindhis face, his smile,
NO, she screamed, andstill hanging in
the gaurs gripshe crouched, driving her free hand
upwards, smashing her hard fist into its testicles.
The creature roared.
Branches fell, and leaves spun down in a smothering rain, but
Eowyn gritted her teeth, and punched again, though a swipe of
the gaurs hand all but knocked her head from her shoulders,
and its claws left livid trails across her cheek.
But the blow had set her free!
And, as the thing struggled to retain its wolven form, Eowyn
rolled out from under it and scuttled away, crawling over tree
roots and falling into hollows, searching for her sword