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.


7. Understanding

Weeks passed and Vanya and Gnash grew closer and closer. He almost never left her side except for when her father was around and when she was in the house. It was inevitable that her father would find out about him, though.

It was a memorable event with a lot of pickaxe brandishing and breaking fragile objects. Vanya had been in the middle of it, trying to keep the two males apart until both were calm.

Her father kept insisting that Gnash was attempting to hurt her and Gnash was mocking him in a high-pitched voice. "Keep away from it, Vanya! It'll kill you in an instant!"

"Keep away from it, Vanya!" Mocked Gnash. He narrowed his eyes and made menacing sounds from deep within his chest. "As if I would hurt 'er. You're the one who'll hurt 'er if ya keep swingin' that thing around!"

"Dad! Gnash! Stop it!" She shouted at them, they both took their eyes off each other for a moment to regard her. She drew in a deep breath and glared at them both. "Dad, Gnash has been here for nearly a month. I think if he wanted to kill me, he would've done it by now."

"What!" He exclaimed, he dropped the pickaxe and put his hands on her shoulders. "You mean you've been hiding it from me this whole time?"

Gnash stepped up beside Vanya. Vanya saw him approach and smiled. "He was hurt, daddy. You know what mom used to say."

"B-b-but that's different!" Spluttered her father, giving Gnash the evil eye. "She ment only humans and that thing is *not* human."

"You're right, daddy, he's not human." She placed her hand on Gnash's arm, causing him to smirk triumphantly at the man. "But he saved my life and he's my friend. Can't you accept that?"

"What are you talking about?" He scoffed. "An orc wouldn't do something like that."

"I was nearly mauled by wolves and he heard me screaming when you didn't and came to my rescue." She replied, still hanging onto Gnash defiantly.

He huffed, his breath fogging into a little cloud in front of his face. He glared at Gnash with accusation, blaming the orc for this sudden stubborness arisen in his baby girl. He saw that he was defeated. "If it's going to stay here, it'd better know how to work. From now on no more free food!"

So that was how they came to an understanding. Gnash would do his share of the farmwork at night and he would stay in the barn like before as well as getting to eat the evening meal with the family. His mannerisms at the table had to be revised, however. This led to many lessons in proper table manners and multiple laughs.

Gnash and Vanya's father were nearly on speaking terms after a three days of this. Or rather, her father would grunt and Gnash would grunt back. Vanya translated this into; 'Hello, how are you?' and 'Fine, thanks.'. It was amusing to watch them try their absolute hardest to accomodate each other.

But even her dad had to admit that the orc did what he was asked to and did it right.The only thing that he did have trouble with were the jobs that included animals. Such as the time he tried to help Vanya milk the cow.

"Okay, now, grab ahold of the teats and squeeze like this." A stream of milk hit the bucket and Vanya grinned. "Understand?"

He nodded and closed his hand around the teat...and was promptly kicked in the stomach. The kick pushed him through the wall of the cow's stall and into the horse's, which was right next door. Thankfully, the horse was out to pasture. Unfortunately, he'd left a little something behind and Gnash landed in it.

When she saw that he wasn't hurt, she burst out laughing. After pulling herself together, she helped him up, giggling at his scowl. "You need a bath." She waved her hand in front of her face and pinched her nose. "Right now!"

But things wouldn't be lighthearted at the farm for much longer. Suiadan was at his favorite pub, ignoring the girls that fawned all over him and pummelling random men who happened to look at him the wrong way.

He was plotting something, unbeknownst to the townsfolk, he had a plan in mind that would put Vanya in a situation where she couldn't refuse him. He had convinced the local jailer that her father was insane. Tomorrow, the man would be dropping by to pick him up and take him away. He would offer Vanya the chance to clear up the misunderstanding at the price of marriage.

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