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.


2. Destined

She knotted the shawl tightly under her chin and tipped up her face so that her father could kiss her cheek. "Goodbye, daddy. I won't be gone long, I promise. I just need to return these books and check out a couple more. Then I'll come straight home and fix you supper."

"You spoil me, my beauty. What *would* I do without you?" He asked teasingly. Then he gave her an encouraging push towards the door. "Go along and have a good time getting your books." He winked. "I knew it was a good idea when your mother insisted that I teach you your letters and numbers."

She smiled as she closed the door. Her father was considered slightly eccentric by all the neighbors around. He invented things, marvelous things in her opinion, and he was very well educated. She considered him a genius, but not everyone else thought that way, unfortunately. And he wasn't the only one they thought of as strange. Being the only girl who wasn't royalty and could read, she gathered stares all the time.

The walk to town was slushy, as her father had said the earlier evening, however, she trudged on. She sighed as she passed through a grove of trees, hearing the faint call of the robins and cardinals. A flash of scarlet here, an orange belly there, and a birdsong from the winter birds to brighten the day.

The snow was harder here, it made a bit of a crunch as she put down each boot. The snow that had been caught in the branches of the trees above sometimes sprinkled down on her and landed in her hair. She shook her head free of the white coating and yelped as a bit of it slid down into her cloak.

When she reached town, there weren't many people up and about. Most of them were probably indoors next to a roaring fire and holding a warming cup of spiced beer or wine to their chests. The streets were disgusting, the mud mixing the melty snow and making the worst sort of muck. She had to lift the edge of her dress to clear it and wiped her shoes as she entered the tiny, dusty cottage that served as the town library.
The old librarian greeted her warmly. "Good morning, Vanya."

"Good morning, I'm here to return the books I borrowed." She handed him the stack with a smile. All of them were in perfect shape.

The librarian hid his knowing smile beneath his beard. He'd just come into this little village in Gondor for some peace and quiet. He'd found this tiny place and it was perfect for him to get some rest while enjoying one of his favorite hobbies; books. Taking out his pipe, he stuffed some Old Toby in the bowl and lit it. His smoke rings were perfectly formed.

This girl had been coming here for the past few months. He'd grown fond of her, she was kind and intelligent, unlike some of the characters in the town. He watched her intently and a feeling grew on his mind. She was destined for something...but what?

She wandered over to the bookcases and ran her fingertips lightly across them. She stopped at one she knew well and, with a smile, pulled it out. Then she picked out two more and went back up to his desk. "I'll borrow these."

He squinted at them and held up the top one. "This one? But you've read it twice!" He said with a chuckle.

She took smiled happily. "But it's my favorite. Haunted castles, daring swordfights..a prince in disguise!"

He handed them back. "If you like it all that much, it's yours."

She gasped. "Oh no, but I couldn't!"

He nodded kindly. "I insist."

She hesitated, then ran up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He grinned as he patted her head. She pulled away after a time, waved goodbye and left his library.

Once outside, she opened the book and started on her way back home. She didn't notice the stares that she was attracting from the few townsfolk that were about. A woman whispered to the man next to her. "Look, there she goes! The girl who can read. Isn't she a right peculiar little thing?"

"Aye." Agreed the man. "A pretty one, though."

The woman waved her dishrag at him and shooed him away. "Hear now, I won't have you talking nonsense. She's very plain. My daughter's more beautiful by far"

"That's not what Suiadan thinks." Said the man with a disgruntled sniff as he left. 

Vanya also didn't see the huge, bulky man that stepped purposely into her path. She bumped into him and landed right on her butt in the mud. The books went flying and his boots were blocking her from getting to them. When he stepped back she picked them up and examined them, cleaning the mud from their covers with the edge of her apron. "Hello, Vanya." Purred the man.

She groaned internally. "Hello, Suiadan." She forced a pleasent smile onto her lips. "How are you?"

The man ignored her question and snatched one of the books from her. He held it up by the end cover and wrinkled his nose. "How can you read this? It hasn't any pictures!"

She took the book back. "Some of us use our imaginations." She remarked.

He rolled his eyes and put an arm around her shoulders. "Vanya, it isn't right for a woman to read. The whole town's talking about you."

She snorted. "Let them talk. I'm not concerned about it. They'll forget it once they hear of your latest courageous deed."

He faked an annoyed sigh. "True, the women swoon all over each other when I walk past." He flexed his muscles at a passing maid to make his point..she dropped on the spot. "But not you, Vanya. That's what makes you special." He told her in his most seductive voice.

"Well, thank you very much for the little chat, Suiadan. But I really must get back home to see my father. Goodbye, now!" She hurried off, relieved to be out of the arrogant muscleman's presence. "Good riddence." She mumbled to herself as she left the town behind.

On her walk back home, she started to grow hungry. That was how she remembered the thing in the barn. If it was awake, it would surely be starving by now.
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