Evelyn and Frank were both beaming happily when they arrived at the wedding reception. Tony accompanied Loreena when she went to congratulate the two, but there were so many well-wishers they could only share a couple minutes of chat. Up close, she could see more of these little things that signalled just whose sister Evelyn was. They had a lot of similar expressions, and she shared the aura of authority that so naturally came to the men of her family.

After making way for other guests to wish their congratulations to the just married couple, social calls were in order. Loreena was pleasantly preoccupied for a while with meeting and talking with relatives and friends, but even so she noted the two crowds of guests did not mix beyond some small talk. But like Elijah had said, the biker portion of the attendance did not stand out except for occasional rowdy laughter. When one of them clearly began to show signs of being drunk, he was escorted out by two of his friends. Though the guests kept to their own, it did not take much observation to notice that between the younger folks there were glances exchanged: to girls of her own age some of the younger bikers must have seemed as temptingly outlandish as Elijah had been to her on that parking lot couple of months ago.

The time went by moderately pleasantly, at least until after she had gone to get some sparkling water and visit the ladies' room. For when she was making for where couple of her friends should be waiting for her, she was approached by the one person she had hoped to avoid.

"You look great, Loreena", Dan spoke as his hand fell on her forearm. The touch brought goosebumps on her skin – and not in a good way.

She nearly flinched at the sudden touch as she turned to see her ex-fiancé. Somehow, she managed a strained smile.

"Hi, Dan", she greeted him. There was no reason to be impolite, no matter how their relationship had ended. He had been angry when she had broken up with him, but she had been cautious and asked Tony to come along; her brother had waited outside while she had confronted Dan at his house, and she suspected it was the presence of her brother that had helped it to go smoothly.

"I was hoping to catch you before, but it's been quite the crowd", he said.

"Yes. I've been busy talking with people", she said carefully. He made a small non-committal sound.

"It was a beautiful ceremony. And the party is nice. All this... it makes me feel so bad, knowing we could have had this too", Dan spoke, his face a perfect study of how a forlorn puppy might have looked like.

"Dan, I... let's be honest here. I don't think we would have been very happy if we stayed together. You don't really get me and I don't get you", Loreena said awkwardly.

"But we had so much in common! Didn't we have fun together? Lori, please, can't you at least reconsider?" he pleaded.

"Did we really have that much in common in the end? I'm not so sure. And maybe you had fun, but in truth I'm not certain anymore that I did", she told him. Dan's face fell even more, and she went on, "I know it's hard, but you have to let go of me. I believe we will both be happier this way."

"I could be better, Lori. Maybe, if you gave me a second chance..." he said appealingly.

"It's too late, Dan", Loreena said, pulling at her hand, which he was holding on to, but he didn't let go.

"Please. Do you want me to beg? I will beg, if that's what it takes", he tried.

"It's over. You've got to accept that", she replied and tried to free her hand again. She cast an anxious look about and attempted to see Tony or Elliot, but both of them were too far away from her. She looked at Dan, "Let go of me!"

This time he did comply, but even as he released her hand, she could still feel the tight grip of his fingers stinging and see reddish imprints on her forearm.

"Lori..." Dan mumbled, and even as she looked at him she felt like crying.

"Leave me alone", she just about managed, and then she turned.

She had to get out. Tears were blurring her vision as she hurried towards the exit, pushing past guests and fearing Dan might follow her out. But she got outside and he did not come after her. Arms wrapped about herself, she walked past a row of motorcycles, parked neatly and gleaming in the waning light of evening. Several bikers were gathered there but aside from some curious looks they did not approach her, and Loreena kept going until at last she had got into a shadowy corner, far enough from the entrance of the hotel.

Tears came then, shaking her form as she sobbed away the sick feeling that had come to her. She had not guessed this would hurt so much... that his pleading would still get to her. She had been so sure she was over him.

But then, as she stood there in the middle of her agony, a voice called to her.

"Loriel? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Elijah asked from behind her, and she turned; he hovered near and regarded her in concern.

Without thinking, she leaped at him and threw her arms about his neck. He barely faltered at the sudden collision, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Dan would have smelled like some expensive cologne, but on Elijah's skin, only inches from her face, there was the scent of soap mixing faintly with shaving foam, smoke, and something she couldn't name. If her reaction surprised him it didn't show. He just pulled her close and muttered gently: "There, there. It's okay. Let it all out."

He rubbed her back comfortingly, whispering sweet nonsense until her tears died and she realised what she had just done. Feeling more than just a little foolish, Loreena pulled back and expected the situation to turn awkward. However, Elijah's features still only carried worry.

"Would you tell me what happened?" he wanted to know.

"It's nothing. I'm just being stupid", she said, blinking tears from her eyes.

"Did some moron make you cry?" he asked just with the slightest threat of violence if that was the case.

"Really, it's okay. I just talked with Dan", she said, shaking her head. Elijah snorted at hearing those words.

"I was right. A moron did make you cry", he grumbled. "Did you fight or something?"

"No, it's not like that. He was asking me to give him a second chance, and... well, I guess I'm not so over him as I thought", Loreena said quietly. Seeing his expression, she went on, "It's not that I regret breaking up with him. This way is better for us both... he hasn't accepted that yet."

"He sounds like a stubborn bastard", Elijah said wryly, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"I suppose. With Dan, it's just... he sees something he wants, and he just has to get it. But he'll understand sooner or later that I'm not coming back", she reassured him. Her words did not seem to have the hoped effect however: he was frowning and he seemed somehow worried.

"You told me that night you love him", he said uncertainly, "if I somehow caused this..."

"No, it's fine. I wouldn't have put it in words you used, but you weren't entirely wrong... we were not very good together. I'm happier now than I was back then", she told him and gave him a small smile.

"Hm. You're too good for him anyway", Elijah commented. He straightened and regarded her as she patted dry her eyes with a handkerchief. "You sure you're okay?"

"I will be in a moment. I just hope he won't approach me again", Loreena replied and bit back a grimace.

"You know, you can ask for help if you need it", Elijah said. In his voice there was only the slightest ominous note.

"He's not really worth it. He'll get over it sooner or later", Loreena said. He made a grumbling sound and reached for his breast pocket. From there he pulled out a small flask. He opened it and offered it to her.

"Here – to drown the sorrows. Be careful, though. You're so small you don't need to drink much of this stuff to get wasted, and I don't want your brothers to come after me", he said. Loreena had to let out a small laugh.

"Chances are they'd be too scared to come after you. Anthony told me he used to be afraid of you back when you were in school. Don't tell him I said so, though", she told him. As a reply, Elijah grinned.

"I promise to keep the secret", he promised piously.

She grinned as well and accepted the flask. Wasting no time she lifted it to her lips and took a small sip. The taste of scotch burned her mouth and rolled down to her belly like a rope of fire. She coughed at the hot sensation.

"Too much?" Elijah asked.

"No, not at all. I just never got used to scotch", she said, feeling heat spreading from her stomach to her very fingertips and warming her cheeks.

"It's not the first time you taste it?" he wanted to know.

"No, it's not. I did go to college, you know", she answered and gave him a small mischievous grin.

"Sounds like you had some good time. You have to tell me all about it some time", he said, smiling as he spoke. "Let's go back inside. You shouldn't be out here without a coat."


When they got back inside, Loreena was slightly worried Dan would appear again and plead with her. However that did not happen; whether it was because her point had got through this time or if it was the tall biker striding beside herself that prevented further approaches from her ex, she didn't know. At least she couldn't imagine Dan would be too eager to meet Elijah again after what had happened that night at Bob's.

It turned out they had arrived just in time to see the newly wed couple cut the cake. Well, Elijah probably saw, considering he was taller than most of the attendance, but even tiptoeing Loreena could only see the tops of her cousin's and Evelyn's heads. So she gave up the attempt and instead watched the crowd around her. Evelyn's guests applauded noisily at the event of cutting the cake and a cheerful bustle was among them.

Loreena's attention was then caught by the arrival of another biker. He looked to be about the same age as Elijah, but he had not seen that much effort for the sake of his appearance. He had thick red-brown hair, a bushy beard he had apparently tried to comb for the occasion, and a mean-looking tattoo peeked from under his collar. He looked like he had done some serious weight-lifting.

"Hi Ewan", Elijah greeted the guy.

"Hi there. Where did you disappear?" asked Ewan and glanced curiously at Loreena.

"Went for a smoke. Here's Miss Loreena Delaney. She's Fran's cousin", Elijah said and turned to look at her. "This is Ewan. He's a friend of the family. We basically grew up together."

"Nice to meet you, Ewan", she greeted the man and offered him her hand. He shook it and she took note of his tight grip.

"Nice to meet you as well, Miss Delaney. Tell me, how come a fine lady like you finds herself in the company of our Elijah?" Ewan asked curiously.

"We've known each other for a long time", she answered. That seemed to surprise him and his eyebrows rose, but he didn't ask about it. Well, it probably was kind of weird that she should be in such friendly terms with a biker.

Ewan opened his mouth and looked like he'd have said something, but Elijah was faster. For suddenly he grabbed Loreena's hand, though his grip was gently, and turned it to see her forearm. There, couple inches below her elbow, were fingerprints turning into bruises.

"Who did this?" Elijah asked, his voice a low and dangerous growl. "Was it that asshole Dan?"

"It's okay – it doesn't hurt-" she said quickly, more because of him and less because of wanting to protect Dan. She knew it could only end very badly if her biker friend lost his temper. However, he did not let her finish.

"Loriel, how the fuck am I supposed to stand by and let him treat you like this? I should go and kill him!" he snapped angrily. Seeing how his eyes blazed, Loreena realised for the very first time that this man was not just all cheerful smiles or charming grins. There was danger as well, and capability to beat a guy into a bloody pulp.

Perhaps that realisation showed on her face, because suddenly the dark look fell and made way to alarm. He was not threatening anymore – just that same gentle person who had found her outside and comforted her.

"I'm sorry, Loriel. Didn't mean to snap at you. Just got bit of a temper sometimes", he said, sounding genuinely ashamed of himself.

"It's fine", she managed somehow, though her voice came out muffled.

Ewan took that moment to interfere.

"Pal, I think we should go outside", he suggested. "You owe me a smoke anyway."

"Yeah. We'll go", Elijah agreed. His voice was without its usual colour and depth. He looked at Loreena, "See you later, okay?"

"Of course. Have fun", she said and was able to smile... but despite how things had turned out, she was disappointed to see him go.


After Elijah and Ewan had gone their ways, Loreena turned to search familiar faces in the crowd. She did find Tony and couple of their shared friends gathered around one table, and her brother made space for her beside himself. The wedding cake was really good and eating it with a bit of a white wine cheered her up again. Yet even as she tried to listen to the conversations in the table, her mind wandered towards certain biker and the anger in his eyes when he had seen the bruises on her arm... she didn't know if the confused emotion she had felt had been fear. After all, she trusted him – knew he'd never harm her. But that he'd get so mad for those bruises...

"What are you thinking about? You look like you're in a completely different world", Tony said then, bringing her back to the present moment.

"I met Dan earlier", she said quietly to her brother. Most of the friends and acquaintances she had talked with today had been tactful enough not to ask about her cancelled engagement, but the confrontation before with her ex had shown this was still a vulnerable spot for her.

Tony regarded her in silence. Maybe he knew her very well, or her eyes were still red from crying, because he looked concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine now. Don't worry about me", Loreena said and smiled at her brother. She didn't know if that convinced him, but at least she attempted to take part in conversations, if only to show him he didn't have to worry about her.

Her mood did rise with sharing laughs with friends, and by the time the bride's bouquet was thrown she was feeling rather merry. Fortunately the flowers landed on a young girl from the biker portion of the guests, but she didn't miss the looks Dan was still giving to her. At least he didn't try to approach her again.

The band started to play then, and couple of girlfriends suggested they hit the dance floor; after a few songs they were all feeling hot and thirsty, and so they fetched drinks and sat down for a while. By the time they had finished those Loreena was feeling a bit light-headed. Only then did it occur to her what Mom should say if she saw her tipsy, but one could always count on Tony.

Her brother arrived in the table – she was sipping a cup of water in the hopes of clearing her head – and practically fell beside her.

"Hi there", he greeted her. "Having fun?"

"Too much actually. I feel like I'm starting to get drunk", Loreena said. At least her words still came out clearly – she might even be able to fool Mom.

"That's a first", Tony chuckled and took a mouthful of his beer. She refrained from making comments, as he really didn't need to know about some of her adventures back in college. Not that it had ever really got out of hand, but a girl doesn't just share that kind of stuff with her brothers.

"I just wish Mom doesn't notice anything", she mumbled.

"Oh, she won't. She and dad just left. I told them I'd ride home with you in a couple of hours", Tony said cheerfully. "Chances are they'll be fast asleep by the time we get home."

"Tony, you're a life-saver!" Loreena said happily and reached over to hug him tight.

"Yeah, maybe you should slow down", he said, sounding just a bit awkward. She made a face at him but couldn't hold back her giggles. He looked slightly worried.

"Don't worry, Tony. The only thing I'll be drinking for the rest of the night is water", she reassured him.

"You'd better. If I have to carry you home, I don't think we'll be able to hide it from Mom", he said ominously. She snorted as a reply and bothered not to say more.

Loreena had, however, forgotten how the time has a tendency to fly when one is not exactly sober. So, when the music turned into a soft, slower kind, she was surprised.

"Is it really that late already?" she asked out loud.

"Yeah, it's way past midnight", replied Vera, a girl she had known about as long as they had both lived.

"It's been real fun, though. I think most of the guests agree, because only the older folks have even left", pointed out Christine – another friend from Loreena's childhood days.

"Now would be a high time for a dance", Vera said then, stretching her neck to scan the remaining guests in the hall, and obviously hoping to catch some young man's eyes. She grinned, "You think those biker guys know any of that?"

"I wouldn't count on it", Loreena said; she couldn't exactly imagine Elijah on the dance floor... and his friend Ewan even less.

"Don't be so sure", Christine sniggered. "Evelyn's brother is staring at you."

"He is?" Loreena asked. Her voice came out as a strange little wheeze, and she dared to glance around... and indeed, from the other side of the hall a pair of dark eyes were gazing at her. Such was the force of his stare that blood rushed to her cheeks and she felt naked under it.

"Oh my", Vera breathed, "he's coming this way!"

Loreena couldn't move or say anything. She could only sit there, waiting for Elijah as he approached her. Smoothly he strode from the other side of the hall, and his eyes never left her.

"Ladies", he greeted the three young women in soft pleasant tones. "Hope you are enjoying yourselves?"

"Yes, we are!" Vera answered, giving Loreena little push. Her grin said everything the other girl needed t know.

"Wonderful. Evey will be glad to know the guests enjoyed themselves", Elijah said and flashed his infuriatingly charming smile to Loreena's friends. But then his eyes focused again on herself again. "Miss Delaney."

"Mr Knight", she managed, but her voice came as something of a croak.

Helpfully Vera and Christine slipped away from her side, those traitors. However then she dared to look at Elijah again and her heart made a strange little miss-step. He had relieved himself of his coat and had rolled up his sleeves; the lights were soft now but she could see the tattoos on his arms.

He spoke then, his voice gentle, "I've got no idea if this is smart, but I can't just keep looking at you anymore. Would you dance with me, Little Loriel?"

"Yes", Loreena replied without a single moment of hesitation. He offered her his hand, and she took it; the skin of his palm was hard and calloused, and she was pretty sure his nails had never even heard about manicures. But more than that she felt its warmth and its strength, just as she had on the night at the parking lot of Bob's.

Gently he pulled at her hand and she followed him, and her heart picked up speed when they stopped on the dance floor. Loreena felt impossibly shy, but in his touch there was only surety when he placed his other hand on her waist. She swallowed and took support of his shoulder, keeping her eyes somewhere about his neck; he had opened his tie and the top button.

"Don't be scared, Loriel. You're safe with me", he told her softly.

And she was. What was there to fear with him? What was there to be nervous about? After all, he had only ever been kind to her... he had been there when she was in need, although he had no obligation towards her. She let out a small breath and followed his lead, letting the music guide them. Suddenly, all she could feel was calm, and without further thought she lay her head against his shoulder.

"I wanted to tell you", he said after a while, his voice not much more than a whisper, "that you look amazing tonight. You're the most beautiful woman in this fucking hotel and I can't take my eyes off you."

Loreena let out a small breath and though she wanted to look up at him and see his eyes, she didn't dare for the knowledge if she did that she'd lose herself. Still and all she could feel the blush creeping to her cheeks. A small shiver went through her but it was a pleasant kind, and he held on to her a bit tighter.

"You can look as long as you like", she just about managed, though her voice came out as a low and throaty whisper.

The dance could have gone on forever and she'd have been content, her hand clasped safely inside Elijah's, and his other one keeping her close to himself. Had she ever felt so secure than she did now? As a matter of fact, had she felt anything like this ever before? She tried to think back to the time she had still been together with Dan, and yet... all the times she had been with him paled in comparison to this one instance, though beyond it awaited only uncertainty. And when she looked up and met the dark eyes it was like her heart could not hold all that this temperamental, passionate man made her feel.

"Is this real?" she asked, her voice barely audible as she looked at him. The way he regarded her then...

"You tell me, babe", he replied, and he was so near she could smell scotch in his breath, mixing with something sweet, and it was an intoxicating mixture: it made her want to lean even closer... breathe him in and let the taste roll on her tongue.

"The only thing I do know", he murmured in low tones, "is that I wanna kiss you so bad it drives me crazy."

"... then do. Kiss me", she breathed, licking her lips. Had she ever wanted anything as much as him to kiss her?

For a moment he looked like kissing her was just what he was going to do, but then Elijah shook his head.

"Can't do that – not here on the front of a crowd. 'Cause I don't know if I'd ever want to stop", he told her. Despite her desire Loreena did recognise the reason in that statement.

"Then take me somewhere you don't need to stop?" she asked. He looked at her in silence and she didn't miss the wonder in his gaze, but then he smiled... and the touch of his hand on her waist became a caress.

"You sure?" he asked, nevertheless.

"Yeah. I am", she replied, and giving into that sweet temptation felt better than she could have imagined. She had no idea of where this would go and what would happen next... she only knew if she didn't take this chance now she'd forever regret it, no matter the consequences.

Elijah smiled and clasped her hand tightly inside his. He gave it a gentle pull and asked: "Come with me?"

"Anywhere", she said and as she spoke that word there was not the slightest hesitation in her mind. I'm safe with him.

She followed him out, barely seeing anything or anyone on the way. Her cheeks felt hot, her heart was beating in an excited pace, and had he then asked her to follow him to the ends of the world she'd have told him yes. This was a nonsensical thing and where it would take her she didn't know, but Elijah... well, there was beauty to it, to the idea of going with him. Because the moment she had seen him on that parking lot there had been this pull between them, though their worlds could not have been more different from each other.

They stopped only when they had got outside. Gently Elijah wrapped his dress coat, which he had grabbed along on the way out, about Loreena's shoulders. He was that much larger by the shoulders she felt like drowning inside the garment, but welcomed its warmth against the chill of the night. It smelled of Elijah and she wrapped it around herself tighter.

"Mind waiting here for a bit while I go and get my ride?" he asked.

"Of course not. I'll just text Tony I won't be riding with him", she replied with a smile. He returned it and then leaned closer, and for a second she thought that kiss might just take place there. However he only kissed her brow briefly and pulled back. Perhaps her disappointment was clear on her face, because Elijah gave her one of those irresistible crooked smiles of his and whispered: "later."

Then without a further word he turned and strode towards the line of motorcycles, though it wasn't so long anymore – it was getting late after all. Loreena grinned stupidly after him and dug through her small bag to find her cell phone.

But then, just as she was about to grasp the object in her purse, came a loud call: "Loreena! Loreena, I need to talk to you!"

She turned sharply to see her ex-fiancé tottering towards her. A feeling of uncertainty took her right away, because she could see he was drunk.

"Why don't I call you a taxi? You really should go home", she offered carefully. Dan stopped before her and blinked, swaying on his feet.

"No. No taxi", he slurred. "I want to talk to you."

"I told you already it's too late", she said and took a step back, but he cut short the distance between them again by taking another step towards her.

"Loreena, you're not making any sense", he said, reaching to touch her shoulder. However, she pulled back so his hand only met air.

"I've made my decision, Dan. It's over. You've got to accept that", she told him steadily. Her words made him frown and he stared at her hard.

"It's that biker, isn't it? He's been putting ideas in your head. I saw how you danced with him", he grumbled in low, angry tones.

"Leave Elijah out of this. He's done nothing wrong", Loreena said sharply and stood a bit straighter. But that only made Dan give proper attention to what she was wearing, and his eyes widened.

"That's his jacket, isn't it? You were going to leave with him!" he growled and made a gesture like he was going to tear the coat off her, but she had wrapped it tightly enough about herself.

"And what if I did? It's none of your business what I do!" she snapped at him. Now Dan's eyes were ablaze and he glared at her, and a brief glance about confirmed this confrontation was starting to gather an audience; there were several bikers outside having a smoke, but they obviously didn't seem to know if they should interfere or not. As for the gang of guys wondering if they'd dare to go ask for a cigarette from said bikers, and girls with them, they seemed equally indecisive.

But then her attention was brought back to Dan and from the stormy expression on his face she knew she had said just about the worst thing.

"So you'd rather be some scumbag biker's whore than choose a secure, reasonable life?!" he growled.

Those words had something snapping in her mind. In one moment, Loreena forsook all calm and caution. Instead, she told him just the thing she knew would anger him most.

"I'd rather be his whore than spend a single day as your wife!" she hissed at him in fury. Who was he to tell her how to live her life?

The effect was almost immediate. The hand slapping against her cheek came faster than she knew to expect it, blinding her vision for an instance and sending her flying to the ground. Loreena let out a small cry and covered her stinging cheek with the palm of her hand.

It was then, when she was on ground, that she saw the long legs covered in black dress trousers approaching fast. There was Dan's voice: "What are you going to do, dirtbag?"

"Just what I should have done the first time I saw you", was the answer, given in low growl that for a moment had Loreena fearing for Dan's life.

"What can you do? You can't touch me!" Dan said... but about as soon as those words were out, and she looked up, she saw Elijah dealing Dan a right hook with enough force to knock him down. The young fashionable crowd near the door of the hotel gasped out loud in shock, but glancing quickly at the bikers smoking nearby looked like the most they might react was to applaud.

Elijah did not give Dan a chance to get up. Rather, he placed one foot on the other man's chest and kept him down with what looked to be very little effort.

"If you ever touch her again, I will come for you, and I will cut off the hand that struck her", he hissed, and the very burning force of his anger spoke in volumes: he'd not hesitate to carry out with his threat. He went on, "Do you understand?"

"How dare you -" Dan started, but Elijah moved the pressure from his chest to his windpipe.

"Do you understand?" Elijah asked again. When he moved his foot from Dan's throat, Loreena's ex-fiancé coughed and sputtered.

"I do", Dan wheezed, knowing when he was beaten. Elijah let out a disdainful snort and he spat on the ground, just beside Dan's face. Then he turned towards Loreena and offered her his both hands to pull her up.

"Are you all right? Did you get hurt?" he asked, and now all anger was gone from his voice. He helped her back on her feet, and standing up she felt somehow free. She couldn't explain it but she felt this was the last Dan would bother her.

"I'm fine. Just... let's get out of here", she said and smiled at her tattooed knight. It seemed to console him as he smiled ever so slightly in return and wrapped an arm about her shoulders.

"That's a damn fine idea", he muttered and kissed her temple, and would probably have walked her to his motorcycle... only, that moment there was the ring of siren and a police car veered into the hotel's parking lot.

"Oh fuck", Elijah muttered and rubbed his forehead. He looked like a man who knows something is going to go terribly wrong.

Of course, that was just how Elliot and Alice found Loreena: the flashing of lights on police car, them reading his rights to Elijah while they handcuffed him and the blood-nosed Dan ranted accusations to another officer, and her in the middle of it wearing a biker's dress coat.


A/N: Looks like the wedding had a bloody ending...

Really, I'm having way too much fun writing this little thing. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it! :)

Thanks for reading and reviewing!


Ewan = Éothain


Talia119 - Yeah, I do seem to have a problem with leaving my oneshots as they are. :D But yes, it's really inspiring thing to write, though the setting is perhaps not the most original one. Then again seeing how popular this trope is I guess it just means there's something timeless about it. Glad to hear you're enjoying the story so much! :)

Tess - You're welcome! :)

1607hannah - That is good to hear! I really wish I could draw, because I'd love to share how I picture Éomer/Elijah in my head, and I don't feel like I can really put him in words the way I'd want to.

tenneyshoes - Thank you for your kind words! I do try to bring in as many LOTR parallels as I can. :)

beesaurs - Here goes! Hope you lked the update.

mh21 - Thanks for your review! I'm always pleased to hear people are enjoying my stories. :) I must say throwing in Titanic wasn't intentional, and OC I've never watched, so I can't say I've used them for inspiration (consciously at least).

I'm not sure if we'll see the Fellowship, as this started just as Lothíriel/Loreena's story, but I'll have to consider that if and when I continue this story.

cCeret - Thank you! I'm glad you are enjoyin the story. :)

Mathde - Hello there and thanks for your comment! Hope you like this update and their further interactions. :) And don't worry about your English! It's not bad at all, though I can definitely understand feeling uncertain, because I'm not a native speaker either.