The Road Goes Ever On And On

Disclaimer: I only own Tithenwen, ES Brego, the messed-up plot, and my own insane ideas! Nothing else!

Chapter Twenty-six: Moving On

At the end of the ball, which was early the following morning, Elrond was waiting to speak to Tithenwen. Elrond very much wanted to throttle the mirror image of his least favorite Ranger/King and his beloved daughter once he got a good look at her. Dressed in a gray-blue dress that showed off her remarkable eyes, she looked very much like an Elf. Which of course disgusted Elrond just as much as the sight of Nicholas at her side, dress in dark blue and silver Elvish clothes.

"Why I oughta--!" Elrond screamed as Tithenwen walked towards him, Nicholas just a bit behind her.

Tithenwen rolled her eyes at Elrond who screamed like a wild animal and leapt at her. He closed his hands around her throat, digging his recently painted claws into her skin. Tithenwen started to gasp for breath and pulled her from her sleeve and poked him in the side with it. Elrond shrieked and quickly released Tithenwen, who glared at him while she rubbed her throat.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" Tithenwen asked, pissed as Nicholas came rushing to her side.

"You—and the blasted father of yours—keep messing up my life!" Elrond screamed.

"And that justifies your second attempted murder in a row on a member of the Royal family?" Tithenwen said, smugly as she recalled Elrond's failed attempt at killing Aragorn.

"Ye—No."

"Sure…" Tithenwen said, rolling her eyes and turning around.

"Why did you have to come here and make my life a living hell?" Elrond asked, completely forgetting the reason that she had even come for in the first place.

"You must have forgot that nana sent me to receive your permission to marry Nicholas, asshole," Tithenwen said, nastily.

"Well, if I give you permission, will you please leave?" Elrond begged.

"Of course!"

"Well then, you have my blessing to get married. Now get the hell of Rivendell!" he roared and pointed at the door.

"Gladly! By the way, that is really a lovely style for you!" Tithenwen cried out, laughing as Nicholas pulled her outside towards the waiting SUV and horses.

Tithenwen slipped her riding cloak on and swung into her saddle on ES Brego, Anduril hanging from the saddle. She looked around and counted people quickly and sure enough, everyone was present. She smiled to Nicholas, who smiled back and together they led the way to Lothlorien.

Mary started up the SUV and cranked up some head-banging music on the stereo. Tithenwen shook her head as she heard the loud, off-key singing coming from within the SUV. Mary was of course, leading the singing. And so the journey to Lothlorien to began. The very long journey.

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the delay! My sister just moved out and even though I had the chapter written, I wasn't feeling good yesterday and today, I hurt my wrist. But somehow I managed to type this chapter, and hopefully my string of bad luck is over! In one day, my back's hurt, my wrist's hurt, I had to pop a finger back into place, and also pull a staple out of my foot. Oh well! I'm very much in a writing mood, so look out for new stories and plenty of updates! Yes, there should be another update by the end of the week, before I go to my aunt's!

And now, thanks to my reviewers!

Mr. Random – Yep, we all should thank Legolas for his torture!

Faramir Fancier – Glad you liked it!

Laer4572 – Yep, I think they've learned their lessons!