The Road Goes Ever On And On

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Chapter Fourteen: The Trap Is Set…

Tithenwen and Becca slipped away, heading for the stables. Tithenwen didn't feel safe anymore. It was time for her to make her escape, whether Aragorn went with her or not. She could always send a message to him to meet her some where. But she didn't notice the two shadows trailing them.

As they reached the stable, one of the figures grabbed Becca, who gasped and Tithenwen, spun around, drawing Anduril. The second figure stepped back and the first one drew a blade across Becca's neck. Tithenwen glared at the two and kept Anduril out, forcing them to stay away from her.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" Tithenwen asked angrily. "Answer me!"

"Put down your weapon or the girl dies," said the second figure, stepping towards Tithenwen, hand out.

"Do not threaten me!" cried Tithenwen as she quickly stepped forward and with a quick slice, took off the outstretched hand.

"Argh!" shrieked the figure, holding what was left of his arm. "Why did it have to be the one that fights back?"

"Who do you work for?" she said, blade resting on the figure's neck.

"Saruman… He sent us to find you…"

"And kill me. Well, not today," she said, slicing the figure's head off.

"Soooooooo, who's next?" Tithenwen asked, smugly as she turned to face the figure holding Becca.

The figure looked frightened and dropped Becca quickly and as soon as Becca dropped to the floor, Tithenwen took his head off too. Becca then popped back up, off the ground as Tithenwen whipped the blood off Anduril on the cloak of one of the dead figures.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Becca. "Kill some more people?"

Tithenwen shot a quick glare at her cousin, but she replaced it with a smile as she gave Becca a hug. "We go see ada, and I prepare to leave the city. I only killed those men because I had too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm not a cold hearted killer."

"Okay…" said Becca as Tithenwen sheathed Anduril and the two turned around and headed for the Citadel.

Tithenwen flung up the doors, calling out, "Clean-up in aisle one!" as she entered with Becca.

Aragorn looked up from his seat. "What?"

"Um, there's two dead, decapitated bodies in the stable. I was just letting you know so you can send someone to clean them up," she said with a shrug and a slight smile.

"Who pissed you off this time?" asked Aragorn, worried about the answer.

"Two creeps hired by Saruman to kill me. They tried to jump Becca and me and they got Becca but not me. I beat them to the punch and killed them. Happy now?"

"Why would Saruman send people to kill you in Gondor?"

"Cause, like I've told you many times, Gondor is no longer safe. I've got to leave before he sends more. And you should come with me into the Wild."

"The Wild?"

"If we can make to the Wild, he will have a harder time finding us until it is safe. When the time comes, we head back to Gondor and defeat him."

"So you want to hand him Gondor?"

"Would you rather give him the goddamned piece of stone or our lives? Those are your choices. Pick one," she said, turning around to leave.

"No! Wait!" he called as she headed for the doors. She halted and spun back around to face him.

"Well?" she asked hands on her hips.

"When do you wish to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning…" she said. "And don't tell anyone the destination. Not even nana…"

"But…"

"No buts, ada!"

Aragorn started to whimper and began to whine, "Why?"

"Don't you start with that tone of voice, young man!" scolded Tithenwen. "Now act your age!"

"Why?"

"Ada!"

"Sorry!" cried Aragorn, cringing as he returned to his normal voice.

Tithenwen rolled her eyes and shook her head as she left the Citadel, Saruman watching gleefully from his palantir, that he stolen from the ruins of Sauron's fortress.

"She's walking right in my trap…" he said smiling. "And soon there will be no dawn for Men…"

Grima, who stood at Saruman's side, curled his lip in a grin. Soon, very soon, he would be allowed the pleasure of killing Tithenwen after torturing her. He was very pleased to say the least…

Author's Notes:

Well I lied! Here's another chapter, making today a double post day and this should be all! No more chapters until I return. Sorry about the cliffy, but the chapter that comes next will be worth the wait! Or at least, I hope. Sorry if the chapters have been confusing lately with Tithenwen trying to convey that Aragorn and her had to leave the city. Part of the reason was that she kept forgetting to mention what she felt needed to be done was due to her memory loss, which will soon be reversed.