Beauty and the Orc

Vanya's never seen an Orc before. She'd heard of them, of course, about how hideous and cruel and evil they were. All that she heard, however, did not stop her from tending to a wounded Orc she found in her father's barn, though she didn't know what it was at first. What will happen as she and the orc slowly learn to trust each other?
(Hi guys! Because I am so obsessed with LOTR, I am going to try a fan fic! Please comment, like,fav, and please leave feedback! And also, it's kind of like a crossover with LOTR and Beauty and the Beast :/ )
WARNING: A fair amount of swearing.

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6. Friendship

About a week after that incident, Gnash was much stronger and much more...pleasant wasn't entirely the right word, but he certainly wasn't threatening to kill her anymore and hadn't even mentioned the word 'Tark' once. He still cursed a blue streak, but she felt that was a lesser evil compared to some of the things he could do.

She had given up her safe distance because she did truly think that he wouldn't kill her even if he had a chance. It was folly, she knew, to give her trust to an orc, but she felt she had no choice. He could walk and even run about now. His wound was completely closed and his strength had returned. But he stayed, for some odd reason, he didn't leave as soon as he was able.

He hung about in the barn, amusing himself by climbing about the rafters and climbing down behind her and scaring the living daylights out of her when she arrived bringing his food.

One day, her visit was cut short by the sound of her father's voice calling to her. It was nighttime, so she thought she must have stayed out too late for his liking. She bid goodnight to Gnash and left.

It wasn't a long walk to the cottage from the barn, only a few hundred meters, but she still stopped for a rest about halfway there. That was when she first heard the sounds. It started out as a couple of twigs snapping in the nearby forest. She paid no heed to it and stayed where she was, assuming it to be only a deer or other such animal.

And then she heard the howls and feral snarls. "Wolves!" She screamed, hoping her father would hear her, but knew that he wouldn't. He was inside and his hearing was terrible. She fled, but got only a few feet before she caught her foot in a hole and twisted it. She lay on the ground and wolves would soon be upon her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she thought to herself that this would be the end.

A furious roaring filled her ears. She peeked and saw Gnash towering over her. He had one wolf by it's scruff and another was swiping at his legs. She watched him twist his neck to the side and her stomach rolled at the sickening crunch of breaking bone. He kicked the one by his feet in the head, taking out one of its eyes. Six others hovered around her and Gnash in a circle. One sneaked up on his side and sank its teeth into his arm. He reached over brought his hand down on its neck, forcing it to let go.

Finally, the wolves retreated. Gnash ran after them for a few yards, then returned to her side. "You hurt?" He asked, one clawed hand holding onto her shoulder. She shook her head, then burst into tears and hugged him tight. "Hey! What're you doin'? He tried to pry her off him, but she hung on with the strength that fear gave her.

"Thank you." She gasped between sobs. "Thank you so much. Without you I would have died!" She buried her face in his shoulder while he stared down at her with a clueless expression.

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked angrily, glaring helplessly at her.

She hiccuped and laughed despite her tears. "You don't have to *do* anything. Just stay here with me." She placed one of his hands on her back. "Or rub right here in small circles." She demonstrated what she ment by doing it to him. He followed suit, but awkwardly.

When she was calm, she released him and wiped the nearly dry tears from her face. She smiled and took his hand in hers. "I guess we're even now. I saved your life and you've saved mine."

He rolled his eyes. "I told ya that you'd wither in the face of danger."

She chuckled. "So you did." She glanced at the house, in which her father unwittingly sat waiting for her to come in. "I'll miss you when you're gone." She said quietly.

"Who said I'm goin' anywhere?" He said gruffly.

"You can't stay here forever, Gnash. Eventually, someone will find out about you and they won't hesitate to kill you and maybe me too."

He growled. "Why would they do that?"

"They would do it because I helped you. They wouldn't understand, other people will think I'm evil." She looked at him with sadness."They'd hang or burn me."

"Then you'll run away. I'll teach you how to survive and we can go some place where no one will bother us." He said it so casually, as if it were an easy solution to the problem.

"But my father, it would kill him for me to run away. I couldn't do that to him, not after he lost my mom." She tried to make Gnash see her point. "Please, you have to understand."

"If you're staying', then I'm staying' too." He smirked. "I've been spoilt by the good food and I ain't leavin'."

She sighed and got up. "I hope it doesn't come to that." She glanced back at the cottage. "Thank you again for saving me." She grinned. "Who would have thought I'd ever have a friend like you?"

He crossed his arms objectively. "Is that what we are? Friends? I've never had one before."

"And do you like having one?" She asked as she moved away from him. He stared at her for a moment, then strode off towards the barn. She smiled, she knew that he wouldn't answer that. He never would.

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