The Road Goes Ever On And On

Disclaimer: No I do not own anything besides Tithenwen and the plot!

Chapter Twelve: Ghostly Problems

"Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" asked Tithenwen once more.

"Well, your nana left them in charge while we were away!" said Aragorn, jerking his head in the direction of Merry, Pippin, and Emily. "Valar only knows what she was thinking!"

"Hey!" cried the three in disgust, while Emily pulled out her flame thrower.

"No! Not the flame thrower!" cried Aragorn.

Emily rolled her eyes and pointed the flame thrower towards Aragorn.

"Help!" Aragorn pleaded, looking towards Tithenwen.

"I can't help you with them until you tell me what is going on," said Tithenwen sweetly, with a smile on her face.

"Well, Emily was killed by Dolly. She was flattened by the SUV before the Ring was destroyed. Emily was then a ghost and Merry and Pippin decided to become ghosts too. The three were partners in crime and you had joined in and helped them before."

"I knew them?"

"Yes you did."

"So why are they acting like this?"

"Cause they are pissed off at me for spoiling their fun. And it's all Arwen's fault!" sobbed Aragorn, tears falling down his face.

"Well if you tell them that you are sorry, maybe they will not hurt you."

"You think?" asked Aragorn as he stopped crying.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Tithenwen smiled and left the Citadel, returning to her room. Upon entering her room she remembered why she had been going to see Aragorn in the first place. She went to the door, about to open it when she heard two 'guards' moving into position outside her door. She listened quietly to them.

"What do we do if the bitch tries to run?" asked one 'guard'.

"What Saruman said to do. We hurt her and bring her to him."

"I thought he said to kill her?"

"What ever. She's not going to go anywhere."

Tithenwen was horrified. Saruman had sent people to kill her while she was in her own home! She had to get out, or else she was dead. And if it would be that easy to kill her, than how easy would it be for someone to kill Aragorn? She didn't want to think about that.

Tithenwen raced to the balcony. She looked down and spotted the courtyard that all the balconies attached to the rooms belonging in the royal wing looked out on to. Clinging tightly to the rail, she hopped over it and walked on the edge to where a pillar was. Tithenwen carefully let go of the rail and slide down the pillar, landing quietly on her feet in the courtyard. She snuck around quietly, heading towards the Citadel. But as she ducked behind one pillar quickly, the stone pillar gave way and dropped the unsuspecting Ranger into a secret tunnel.

Tithenwen landed on the ground hard, Anduril digging into her side.

"Damn it all to Mordor and back again!" cursed Tithenwen, brushing dirt off herself as she began to stand up.

But as she started to stand up, she felt the cold steel of a blade across her neck and froze.

"Get up slowly," said a voice from behind her.

Tithenwen slowly stood up, resting her hand ever so lightly on the hilt of Anduril, ready to draw it if she needed to.

"Now walk foreword and don't try anything stupid."

Tithenwen rolled her eyes and let go of Anduril. That was such an overused line. But she still listened to the person behind her and followed their directions in the tunnel. She had the disadvantage and it was better if she listened to them for the moment. Finally they reached a door and the person told her to open it. So she did and they entered the Citadel.

"Now walk up to the King. Now!" hissed the person.

Tithenwen rolled her eyes again and headed towards the throne, carefully stepping over or around all the junk that was still left over from Merry, Pippin, and Emily's reign of Gondor. She eventually made it to the bottom of his throne. She then started to climb the stairs. She looked up and saw Aragorn, sitting at the very top, sound asleep. Tithenwen shook her head and sighed and kept climbing. Once at the top she tapped Aragorn on the shoulder. The blade disappeared from her neck, as Aragorn flinched and jumped at the same time, falling off the throne and tumbling down the steps to the bottom.

Tithenwen couldn't help but laugh at what had happened. Only Aragorn would do something like fall off his throne and land at the bottom of a flight of stairs! Aragorn glared at her from the bottom of the stairs.

"Never sneak up on a sleeping Ranger again, Tithenwen!" called Aragorn as she started down the stairs.

But as soon as she moved, the blade came across her neck once more and Tithenwen stopped laughing.

"Ow! Mr. Frodo, please stop stepping on my head!" said a voice from behind her.

"Oh shut up Sam!"

The blade shifted and Tithenwen spun around and whipped the black cloak off the 'person' behind her, revealing Frodo and Sam. Or more accurately the ghost of Frodo who was standing on Sam's head holding Sting.

"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" Tithenwen asked them, glaring at the two guilty faced Hobbits, hand on Anduril.

Sam gulped, afraid of what she might do, then spoke. "I-I-I-I'm sorry. It was all his fault! H-h-he made me do it! Damn you Mr. Frodo!"

"Hey!" protested Frodo.

"You told me that I had too! All because you wanted a goddamn funeral!"

"Well you're not the one who's dead now are you!"

"Oh shut the hell up already! I was glad that you were dead!"

"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP!" roared Tithenwen, causing both Hobbits to shake.

"I only wanted a freakin' funeral! Is that too much to ask for! I had to carry that freakin' Ring when all I wanted to do was marry Gandalf and stay at home with my pink frilly apron!" cried a pissed off Frodo ghost.

"Ada?" Tithenwen said, directing the problem to Aragorn.

"Well I think we can arrange something for you," said Aragorn from the bottom of the stairs.

"Good!"

Author's Notes:

Sorry that it was late! I had to watch three of my cousin for seven hours yesterday and before that I had to clean the whole house! Needless to say, no writing or computer work got done. Sorry about that.

Next update due: Friday, February 18th!