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.


3. Awake

It was getting dark and the lights shone through the windows at her, a guiding factor as she made her way back up the lane. She reached the barn and bit her lip. What would that thing eat? She ran into the cottage and down into the basement. She thought of it as curious that her father was nowhere in sight, but she shrugged it off. There was a small loaf of brown bread and some dried beef. So she decided that was the best chance and made a little package by tucking it into a cloth napkin. On spur of the moment, she brought a cup of clean water with her in case it was thirsty after eating.

The barn seemed to loom ominously over her, intimidating in the dark only because of its beastly inhabitant. But she pushed open the doors and swallowed her fear. And then she jumped back a little in fright.

The thing was awake, its eyes gleamed in the dimness with a burning fire. It's protruding fangs glistened and it snarled at her. "Get back or I will *kill* you!"

She stammered, but then she realized with relief that the thing wasn't moving towards her. That must have been because it couldn't do so. It was immobile, which made this a safer venture. She smoothed her apron and marched inside. "Hold your tongue or I won't give you the food I brought you!" She said in a falsely confident voice.

It grunted and its eyes narrowed. "Food? I could eat you if I wanted."

She faked a casual smile. "Well, then I guess if you aren't hungry, I'll just leave." 

She made it about three steps before it threatened her again. "Take one more step and you die, human woman!" It shouted hoarsely.

She stomped up to it, within a safe distance, of course. "I won't help you anymore if you keep saying you'll kill me. It's considered very rude to try and kill your host, if you weren't aware."

It snorted. "Don't make me laugh. Now give me the damn food you Tark's bitch and be on your way."

"Oh, you rotten thing!" She growled. "I'm regretting bringing you bread and meat and water!"

"What did you expect wench?" It asked off-handedly. Then snapped it's head up. "You said meat?"

She nodded, but turned on her heel and went to leave. It threatened her again, but to no avail. It even tried to get up, but fell down again. She heard the thump and her heart pounded with fear for her terrible guest. "Are you hurt?" She asked without thinking.

It roared at her. "Give me the damn meat before I rip your head off!"

"You can't even reach me, asshole!" She screamed back, then covered her mouth. She didn't mean to swear!

To her surprise, it stopped glaring at her and laughed. It was a terrible rough coughing sound that came in short bursts. "Miss high and mighty swore like an orc!" It bellowed, adding to her embarrassment.

"Stop it." She grumbled, her cheeks pink.

It smirked at her gruesomely. "Give me the meat now." It commanded her."And close the fucking door, woman."

"Fine." She came back inside. "But I'm not going to close the door. I want to keep my eye on you."

It bared its teeth. "You saw that I can't move. Close the fucking door!"

"No." She said obstinately. She brought out the cloth package and scooted the cup of water to within its reach. It snatched up the meat and tore into it and did the same to the bread. She looked away from the disgusting show. Then it gulped down the water and wiped the drops from its face with it's arm. 

She cleared her throat and it looked up. "Do you have a name?"

"Yeah, but I don't see how that's any of your business." It snapped.

She sighed, this was going nowhere fast. "Well, my name is Vanya. I'll be bringing you food from now until you are healed. Keep yourself hidden in the barn and don't make very loud noises so that you don't alert my father. He doesn't take too kindly" She kept herself from saying 'monster'. "Strangers." It didn't say anything back so she left quickly, closing the door behind her.

Later, when her father came in, he caught her staring out the window at the barn. He said nothing, but frowned as he tried to figure out what she was thinking about. She was a mystery, that Vanya.

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