Title-Time Stands Still

Chapter-The Wedding

Author-Gilraen Aclamense

Beta-Gwen

Disclaimer-I don't own anything that you recognize.

Gilraen paced back and forth in her room. It was the night before the festival started for the autumn equinox and she was nervous. No…she was frantic. In three moon rises she would be married to Legolas after all this time. It hardly seemed real. She had fallen in love with him the moment they met…he had been so perfect. Gilraen walked over to her armoire and opened it. She looked in admiration at the simply elegant white dress. She ran her hand lovingly across the leaf-gold satin cloak. Legolas had one just like it. The cloaks clasped at their shoulders with the Lorien brooches. No, it wasn't Legolas or the wedding making Gilraen nervous, not really anyways. No…what was making her nervous was the fact that she would be reunited with her friends and remaining family. Eldarion worried her most. She had received a letter addressed to an 'Aunt Gilraen'. She remembered shaking as she read the letter. She withdrew the parchment from her pocket.

Auntie,

How are you feeling? Adar and Naneth told me that you lost you memory and that it had only just been recovered. I wasn't supposed to write you, but I couldn't wait any longer. I hope that you're not angry with me but I was truly worried for you. So…how have you been? I haven't seen you since I was a boy. Have you changed as much as I have? I'm not so small any more but I can still remember you. You were my favorite aunt…well, aside from Auntie Eowyn, you are my only Aunt but you were still my favorite. Oh! And Auntie Eowyn, she and Uncle Faramir had a son. Guess what they named him? His name is Boromir. He's only four summers but he speaks very well. Ada and Faramir had tears in their eyes when he was named. Gwendolyn wanted to write too but she's too obedient. She's thirteen summers now. There's little Eveleen, you met her but she was only two summers when you…disappeared. I finally got a brother too! It shouldn't seem so exciting but to me it was in our home that was full of girls. He was actually born only five summers past. His name is Námotur and he is a very sweet child. Ada and Nana told me about you and Legolas being set to marry and I think that it's wonderful. I anxiously anticipate the wedding. I do hope that I haven't upset you in sending this letter.

Love from,

Dari'

Gilraen shook her head. She could pull forward the face of a little boy but that wasn't Eldarion any more. No, now her 'little Dari' as she remembered calling him, was nearly a man. How could she handle that when she saw him? Her head whipped up as she heard a procession of hoof beats. She looked through her window to see the sun still in its process of rising. This would be the party traveling from Minas Tirith and Ogsgiliath. It was a large group, Gilraen thought to herself. Arwen, Estel, their two…no…three…no…four children, Faramir, Eowyn, and their son, that would make a total of nine and that is not mentioning their guard and Pippin if he had been there.

Gilraen could remember the entire journey now, ever since about three months ago. It had helped her more than anything else. Though, sometimes the memories were more than she could handle. One day, when she had been working on the guest list with Legolas and the twins, she had asked about Haldir. Her brothers and fiancé had all froze and looked at each other nervously.

"What?" Gilraen had asked in confusion.

"He-he died, tithen thell," Elladan had told her gently. "In the war."

Gilraen sighed and cleared her head. It wouldn't do to dwell on that right now. There was a knock on her door. "Come in!" She called softly after she hid Eldarion's letter.

Legolas entered his fiancé's room. "Our friends from Gondor have arrived, love."

"I know," Gilraen whispered.

Legolas wrapped his arms around the shorter being. "What's troubling you?" He asked gently.

Gilraen turned and buried her face in Legolas' chest. She inhaled his sent deeply and smiled. "It's nothing that you need to worry about." She said softly. "I think that it's just nerves."

Legolas pulled away and kissed Gilraen firmly. "Are you ready to go down and greet everyone?" He asked.

Gilraen nodded her head, the glassy look of her eyes fading slightly. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She whispered.

Legolas froze and grabbed Gilraen's shoulders. She looked up at his cerulean eyes in confusion. "Are you alright with the wedding, R'en?" He asked guardedly. "I mean, are you ready for all of this right now?"

"Legolas-of course I'm alright with the wedding!" Gilraen exclaimed softly. "That's not-that's not what I'm worried about."

"Then what is it?" Legolas asked gently. "What has you worried?"

"Everyone has me worried." Gilraen admitted. "It was alright for you, adar, and the twins. You're elves, seven years-it is-less for us. Not as much would have happened with you. But, with my nieces and nephews, I missed them growing up. Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer…what has happened with them? Of course, I have been exchanging letters with them since my return but I have missed so much, will I even recognize them?"

Legolas looked at his fiancé sadly. "I wish that I could tell you something to reassure you, love. The only thing I can think of to say is that you have to trust them and yourself."

Gilraen gave Legolas a hesitant smile. "Thank you, Legolas," she said softly. "I think that I'm ready now."

Legolas grinned in return and wrapped an arm around Gilraen's waist. He gently guided her down the corridors and flight of stairs. They arrived at the main hall and Legolas led his fiancé to the hall of fire where everyone was to gather when they arrived. He opened the door and nudged Gilraen in.

There was silence. Gilraen looked up and met her sister's eyes. Arwen nodded in encouragement. Gilraen turned to Faramir and Eowyn who held a young lad in her lap. "Welcome to Imladris, my friends." She said with a nervous smile.

Eowyn and Faramir stood up to greet their friends. Eowyn immediately embraced Gilraen after setting her son on the floor to play with who Gilraen assumed was Námotur. "It is good to see you safe and sound, Gilraen," she said.

"It is good to see you two as well." Gilraen answered with a brighter smile. She turned to Faramir. "So, is that your son then?" She asked.

"Yes," Faramir said with a proud smile. "That is our little Boromir."

"It is a fine name." Legolas told the steward. Gilraen nodded in agreement.

"We thought so too." Faramir said.

The twins pulled Eowyn and Faramir aside and Legolas and Gilraen went over to visit with Estel, Arwen, and their children. Estel embraced the bride-to-be and clapped his best friend on the shoulder. He was swiftly followed by Arwen. Gwendolyn and Eldarion looked at their aunt nervously while Eveleen looked at her in mild curiosity and little Námotur didn't notice the presence of another person. Gilraen smiled gently at her eldest niece and nephew and the pair stood and walked over to her. Gilraen embraced the two children briefly before pulling away. She let out a nervous laugh. "You have both grown indeed." She said. The pair smiled, their nervousness evaporating. Gilraen knelt in front of where Eveleen still sat. "You probably don't remember me, but I knew you when you were only two summers." Gilraen told the nine-year-old

Eveleen looked up at her shyly. "Naneth, and Adar, and Dari, and Lyni told me about you lots of times." She informed her aunt softly.

"It was all good I hope." Gilraen said. She turned to look at her human brother who was looking innocently up at the ceiling. Eveleen giggled and nodded her cherubic head.

Gilraen looked up as she heard the clip clopping of ponies' hooves. "I would venture to guess that the hobbits have arrived." Estel said.

Gilraen stepped forward and grasped Legolas' hand in her own. "We'll return shortly." She told the guests.

She and Legolas walked out of the hall of fire. Gilraen relaxed with a sigh. "That went better than I thought it would." She admitted. "Though, I feel like I need to say something else to Eldarion and Gwendolyn. I was close to them before, but I don't know much of anything about them now."

"It'll be alright." Legolas said as he opened the main door.

Gilraen grinned broadly when she saw the hobbits. They had always made her feel comfortable in her own skin. "Frodo! Sam! Merry! Pippin!" She called across the courtyard. The hobbits all dismounted their horses and hurried over to the two elves. "My heart sings to see you!" She told them.

"It's wonderful to see you too." Frodo said. The others nodded in agreement.

"We'll show you to paddock for the horses before heading inside." Gilraen said. She did a quick head count. There was Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Sam's wife, and Sam's daughter. That makes six from the Shire.

Gilraen spoke eagerly with the hobbits about their comings and goings of the past years while Legolas listened silently. They arrived at a lush green paddock. There were already fourteen horses in the large area. The five ponies made little difference to the larger horses. "Our friends from Gondor have already arrived." Gilraen told the hobbits. She knew that Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin would all be happy to see Estel. "I believe that Bilbo said he would make an appearance today as well."

Legolas led the way back to the main courtyard. As they arrived another group was arriving as well. "Grandmother! Grandfather!" Gilraen exclaimed. She had been anticipating their arrival very much. She embraced her grandparents happily as Legolas led the hobbits into the house. "I have missed you!" She said truthfully. She was being honest, too. When she had been living with the healer she had wondered where her grandparents were. She had been told that they had died before she was born. She was glad that her grandparents were alive and well.

"We have missed you as well, young one." Galadriel told her granddaughter. "Why don't you go great your friends. Celeborn and I will show ourselves in."

Gilraen smiled and went over to where three of her friends stood beside their mares. Her smile fell slightly as she looked at her friends. There was Sermë, Aurhen, and Mirimë. But where were Callë and her sister Lotiél? "My friends," Gilraen greeted. "It is wonderful to see you all, but where are Callë and Lotiél?"

Aurhen's smile faltered slightly. "Callë and Lotiél's father made them travel to Valinor three summers past."

Gilraen smiled sadly. "That sort of thing seems to happen far too often." She said. She sighed and a goofy smile slid onto her face to cover her awkwardness. "You three need to come with me so that our tailor can make sure the dress measurements I gave her are correct." She laughed nervously. "I can't believe I didn't put two and two together. Callë and Lotiél didn't respond to my letters. I feel so ridiculous now."

"You're not ridiculous!" Sermë exclaimed.

Gilraen, Arwen, Eowyn, Sermë, Mirimë, and Aurhen were gathered in the tailors small work room. Gilraen had brought her dress as directed by Íverin. She smiled at the dresses that she had decided on for the bridesmaids. They were floor length in soft white, just like the bridal gown. They had three-quarter length sleeves. There was an autumn-gold satin ribbon that went around their waists. There was also a ribbon around the collar and hem. They would accent Gilraen's dress perfectly.

Arwen stood on the stool as Íverin pinned up her hem. It was the slightest bit to long but that could be remedied in less than an hour. The tailor had already pinned Sermë, Mirimë, and Aurhen's dresses for simple adjustments. After Arwen only Eowyn and Gilraen were left, and Gilraen's check was really just a last-minute look-over.

Arwen stepped into a changing room to put her normal clothes back on and Eowyn stepped up onto the stool. The dress fit her very well. Íverin circled her for a moment then nodded. "I don't see any problems." She said. "Alright, step down please." She turned to Gilraen. "Would you put your dress on, my Lady?"

Gilraen nodded and went into the changing room that Arwen had just vacated. She pulled the petticoat over her waist and slipped on the gold-embroidered dress. As Arwen had designed it, the tiny gold threads formed miniscule leaves across the torso and then trailed around and down the back of the skirt in the same basic pattern. The back of the torso laced with gold ribbon. She stepped out of the changing room. She beckoned Arwen over. "Can you lace me up?" She asked.

Arwen nodded and stood behind her sister. "The dress looks amazing on you, 'R'en." She said as she tightly laced the back.

"Well, your design was absolutely beautiful." Gilraen told her sister honestly.

"You designed the dress?" Eowyn asked Arwen in shock.

"Arwen designed all of the clothes for the wedding." Gilraen said with a wide grin as she stepped up onto the stool. Íverin carefully adjusted the elegant dress where it met the petticoat. She nodded to Gilraen and she stepped down from the stool.

The group headed back to the house to realize that the group from Mirkwood had arrived. Everyone was still in the hall of fire, relaxing. It was not until the sun had nearly set that Eomer and his party arrived. Elrond stood to gain everyone's attention. "Welcome, all, to Imladris. I hope that you find your rooms comfortable. Now, it is time for our evening meal. So, let us adjourn to the dining hall."

There was a lot of noise as people spoke with friends that they hadn't had a chance to speak to in a while. Gilraen smiled happily as she sat between Legolas and Elladan. Life was perfect right now.

After a well-deserved meal everyone retired for the night.

Gilraen's eyes snapped open as she felt the mid-morning sun bathe her face. Today was the day. She sat up and smiled. There was a knock on the door and Gilraen stretched tiredly. "Come in!" She called.

Elladan opened Gilraen's door. "Good Morning, tithen thell." He greeted as he brought in a breakfast tray. "Are you hungry?"

Gilraen nodded in a slightly confused fashion. "What's this about, Elladan?" She asked softly.

Elladan blushed and looked down at his bowl of fruit. "We used to do this all the time when you were younger and we had kept that tradition. I sort of realized this morning that we hadn't done this since you disappeared…and then I realized that I wouldn't be able to do this very often any more. I mean, you'll be with Legolas-and believe me there is no one else I would rather you be with-and you'll be all the way in Mirkwood. I just wanted to do this before you leave."

"Oh Elladan!" Gilraen said softly, tears forming in her eyes. She tightly embraced her brother. "Thank you."

"Have I upset you?" Elladan asked nervously.

"No-no of course not!" Gilraen exclaimed. "I'm just so happy-that you care." She said.

Elladan pulled away and tapped Gilraen's nose. "Of course I care." He told her. They ate for a while in companionable silence before Elladan cleared his throat. "So, are you nervous, excited?"

Gilraen paused for a moment and set down her spoon. "Well, I was nervous about everyone arriving the other day but I'm alright now." She said. "So-I would say that I'm definitely excited…with some very excited butterflies."

Elladan chuckled. "Legolas has been up all night, he's frantic." He told his sister.

Gilraen laughed musically. "I believe it. I probably would've been up all night too but Adar gave a cup of tea before I went to bed." She snorted softly. "Me, in all of my brilliance forgot that he has a tendency for drugging tea."

Elladan shrugged. "We all could see that you were already tired but we knew that you would never go to sleep on your own."

"You were all in on it?" Gilraen asked incredulously.

"No," Elladan said smoothly, "We just watched and encouraged. You hadn't slept since the festival started."

"I was having fun." Gilraen defended.

"You are also getting married." Elladan chastised gently. "I'm quite sure that you don't have a mind to fall asleep during the ceremony."

Gilraen blushed. "No, I suppose not." She admitted. She looked down fondly at the ring on her finger. "I still can't believe it." She sighed. "I mean-Legolas and I-we have loved each other for many years. I just-I never thought we would actually act on that love, especially after the past seven years."

"I must admit, little sister, we were all shocked that you and Legolas were getting married this soon after your return." Elladan told his sister gently.

Gilraen looked up at her brother sharply. "Do you think Legolas and I are rushing into this?" She asked.

Elladan considered his sister over his tea. "No," he finally said, "I don't think that your relationship with Legolas is rushed."

"Stop dodging my questions, Elladan." Gilraen said firmly.

Elladan sighed in defeat. "I think that you should've caught up with everyone before the wedding. It would've been better for you in the long run."

Gilraen looked down at her lap. "I suppose so." She said. "But…I just…I wanted this so much. And the idea of having the ceremony under the full moon of the fall equinox, it was intoxicating!"

"I think that I understand, 'R'en." Elladan said. "Why don't I leave you to get dressed then?"

Gilraen nodded and her brother grabbed the tray and left the room. Gilraen walked over to her closet. Íverin had made the typical equinox gowns for Arwen and herself. It traveled from deep green to a mixture of autumn reds and gold. Gilraen donned the dress and twirled a bit. The skirt was different, it flowed differently than their other dresses. She looked up from the gold laces as she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" She called.

"It's Arwen." Her sister called from the hall.

"Come in!" She called in return.

Arwen smiled at her sister. "How are you holding up?" She asked, quickly embracing the shorter elf.

Gilraen shrugged with a wide grin. "Good, I suppose." She said. "Elladan came in and ate breakfast with me, like he used to before."

"I was wondering why he insisted on waking you this morning." Arwen said. "I was actually quite worried that he would play some horrible prank on you."

Gilraen snorted. "I would've absolutely killed him if he did that today." She said.

"Ah, so you're more nervous than you let on." Arwen teased.

"Oh, Arwen, I am positively frantic!" Gilraen exclaimed.

"I was too." Arwen said. "Now sit down so I can set your hair."

"Oh right!" Gilraen said. She sat on her bed and Arwen situated herself behind her.

Not five minutes later there was another knock on Gilraen's door. "Who is it?" Arwen demanded in false irritation.

"Can I not come in and see my daughters?" Came the smiling voice of Lord Elrond.

"Oh, Adar!" Arwen gasped.

"Come in!" Gilraen said with a grin.

Elrond opened the door and smiled at his daughters. He walked over to them and sat on the bed. "How are you doing this morning?" He asked Gilraen.

Gilraen raised an eyebrow at her father but sighed. "I'm better, now that I've had a full nights sleep." She admitted.

"How are you feeling about tonight?" Elrond corrected himself.

"Nervous." Gilraen said with a giddy smile. "Ouch! Arwen, what are you doing to me?" Gilraen demanded as she felt a very firm and painful yank on her hair.

"I'm setting so your hair so that it will look nice for today but then it will curl elegantly tonight at the wedding."

"Well it hurts!" Gilraen snapped playfully.

"It hurts to be beautiful." Arwen snapped in return.

Elrond shook his head at his daughters' bantering. There was a double knock at the door. This one Gilraen recognized by the smooth pattern. She rose excitedly to go to the door but Arwen grabbed her arm.

"I told you that you couldn't see her until the ceremony!" Arwen yelled in irritation.

There was a string of colorful dwarfish curses that made Gilraen blush followed by a 'laddie' from a shocked Gimli. "Do I even want to know what he said?" He asked his youngest daughter.

Gilraen shook her head with a helpless giggle. "Arwen, can't I please see Legolas?" She begged.

"No!" Arwen sighed. "That's not how it works!"

"Arwen!" Gilraen whined. "The best day of the festival is today and you want me to avoid Legolas all day?" She asked in total shock.

"Yes!" Arwen said firmly. "And you must!"

"Oh, but Arwen…" Gilraen begged.

"No, Gilraen." Arwen snapped. "Now be still!"

Legolas paced nervously. He wouldn't see Gilraen for another…he looked at the sun, it was just beginning to set…three hours, at least. He sat down at the small table by his bed. The vows were written out in front of him now.

I, Prince Legolas Thrandulion, take you, Lady Gilraen Peredhil, to be my wife, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of Eru, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, in peace and war, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.

Legolas knew that he probably wasn't the only one rereading the vows that he and Gilraen had altered and rewritten to suit their purposes. There was a knock on his door and he looked up. "Come in." He called.

Aragorn entered the room. "You need to start to get ready." He said.

Legolas nodded his head and swallowed nervously. "Right." He said. He stood and walked to his bathroom to start to prepare fore the wedding.

"Oh Eru!" Gilraen gasped. "Arwen, do you know where my head dress is? I can't find it!"

Gilraen's room was an absolute fiasco. She and all of the bridesmaids were working on preparing. "It's in your bathing chambers!" Arwen yelled from across the room.

Gilraen nodded her thanks and pulled her dress on. Mirimë was immediately behind her friend, lacing the dress. Gilraen placed her head dress on her head and looked at her appearance in her full-length mirror. Her usually straight hair now fell in elegantly curling tresses. The head dress was simple in basic design. Golden vines interlaced and traveled around her head and then fell in with the hair in the back. Her dress formed around her perfectly and accented her creamy skin. Arwen came behind her sister and hooked on the autumn-gold cloak at Gilraen's shoulder.

Arwen grabbed the golden powder off of the vanity. She carefully unscrewed the lid and tapped her finger into the solution. "Close your eyes." She ordered with a bright smile. Gilraen rolled her eyes jokingly but did as her sister asked. Arwen carefully applied the powder to her sister's upper eye lids. She set the jar of powder down and grabbed another jar and a small brush. She dipped the tip of the brush into the rose-tone mixture. Arwen carefully traced the line around her sister's lips. Then, she dipped the brush deeper into the mixture and filled in the lines. "Alright, that's done." She announced.

Gilraen looked out the window with nervous jitters. The moon was starting to rise. "We should go." She said.

Everyone else nodded and they left Gilraen's room. When they arrived all of the guests were, thankfully, seated. Legolas, who couldn't see the remainder of the wedding party, stood beside Mithrandir. Gilraen thought that he looked positively stunning in his ceremonial robes. His leggings had been died the same color as their cloaks, but they were mostly hidden by the white robe. Over it all, he wore the cloak that was an exact match to Gilraen's. His hair was pulled half back, without the warrior braids, and an elegant golden circlet sat on his brow. A nervous smile was displayed on his face.

The area that the ceremony would be held in was beautiful as well. Candles were hung from trees in safe places where they wouldn't cause a hazard and they were put on stands throughout the garden. The moon cast the whole area with an ethereal glow. The wedding party would walk up the aisle on the still-lush grass. It would be an absolutely amazing night, that was for sure.

Gilraen jumped as she felt a hand on her arm to get her attention. It was the twins. "You startled me." She said.

"Sorry." They said at the same time.

After a moment of awkward silence Elrohir finally spoke. "You look beautiful, tithen thell." He told her. Elladan nodded quickly in agreement.

"Thank you." Gilraen said softly. It was starting to really sink in that she wouldn't be with her beloved brothers anymore.

A soft flute melody began to play. It signaled the beginning of the ceremony. Eveleen would be walking forward sprinkling the freshly-fallen autumn leaves on the ground. The group lined up. Arwen and Estel would go first. They would be followed by Mirimë and Elladan, then Elrohir and Sermë. After them Gimli would go with Aurhen and finally Eowyn and Faramir.

Elrond stepped beside his daughter who was waiting out of sight. He rested a hand on her shoulder and softly kissed the top of her head as the rest of the party filed out to take their places. "How do you feel?" He asked gently.

"Nervous." Gilraen answered immediately.

"I would be worried if you weren't." Elrond said. The melody changed to one that reminded Gilraen of the journey, that was why she had picked that composition to be played. Elrond gave to his arm to his daughter and she took it, albeit nervously.

Legolas' jaw dropped slightly as he saw his soon-to-be-wife. She was positively stunning. She didn't look like she belonged on this earth, it was like she was some sort of heavenly being.

"Flies." Aragorn whispered as a friendly reminder. Legolas' jaw snapped shut and he just smiled blindingly.

Gilraen resisted the urge to giggle at Legolas' display. She thought that it was sweet and her eyes told him so. Elrond brought his daughter up to where Legolas stood. The Prince held his hand out and Elrond placed Gilraen's hand into Legolas', leaving his own on top. After a few moments he removed his hand and nodded to Legolas, he stepped away and sat down.

Gilraen stood across from Legolas-her hands in his-as Mithrandir began the service. "Friends," he began, "We are here today to acknowledge this couples love and adoration for each other and join them in marriage. They have written their own vows so I will allow them to proceed."

Legolas looked up at Gilraen. "I, Prince Legolas Thrandulion, take you, Lady Gilraen Peredhil, to be my wife, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of Eru, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, in peace and war, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live." He said as his heart soared.

Gilraen smiled and she too, said her vows which were nearly identical to Legolas'. "I, Lady Gilraen Peredhil, take you, Prince Legolas Thrandulion, to be my husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of Eru, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, in peace and war, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live."

Mithrandir handed the two elves ceremonial daggers. They put their left hands beside each other. Their right hands held the daggers over the other's palm. They looked up into each other's eyes and spoke as one. "Love me faithfully and know that I am faithful." Each drew their dagger across the other's palm and drew a thin line of blood.

Legolas placed his hand over Gilraen's and latched on tightly. Námotur stepped forward and held the rings out to Legolas and Gilraen. Legolas released Gilraen's hand and she looked down in fascination at the blood smeared on her palm. She took Legolas' ring from Námotur and carefully slipped it on his ring finger while he slipped her ring onto her finger.

Mithrandir smiled. "You may now kiss your bride." He said to Legolas. Legolas' face split into a wide grin as he bent his head down and kissed Gilraen softly. They pulled away and smiled shyly at each other. Mithrandir's smile brightened. "My dear friends, I am pleased to give to you Prince and Lady Legolas and Gilraen Thrandulion."

Alright guys…just so you know I don't own the vows, they came off msn. Nor do I own the love me faithfully thing. That came from a song for chorus titled omnia sol. I do hope that you enjoyed the length…but please please please don't expect it. Also, don't do the thing with the blood! You could get some really bad blood disease like HI V.