Disclaimer: Anything that belongs in Middle Earth and written by Tolkien is not mine. Any characters that I have created, however, are mine and cannot be used without permission. Thanks you.

A/N: Well, I'm back! And here is the long awaited story of the wedding between Elrohir and Linriel. If you are new to my stories, I suggest going back and begin by reading "Bring me to Life" and the sequel "Beyond Darkness and Shadow". This story will make a lot more sense if you read those, but if you want to give it a try by itself, go right ahead. If I refer to something that has happened in the past, I will do my best to explain it to you as it comes up.

One more note. I write Aragorn as the adopted son of Elrond and that he came to think of Elrond as a father. Likewise Elladan and Elrohir are like brothers to him. Since he was raised in the house of Rivendell, I believe that this is not a very unlikely fact. This is my view and if you don't like it, please do not flame me for it. Thank you. Now, onto the story. Enjoy and please review.

Chapter 1

Anything is Possible

"Elwin! ELWIN!"

Princess Linriel quickly rounded a corner in the palace, screaming her best friend's name. She almost ran straight into another elf.

"Elwin, thank the Valar, I've been looking everywhere for you."

"I think everyone who walks in the Halls of Mandos knows that by now. Could you be any louder?"

Linriel chose to ignore her friend's comment and began rapidly talking. "This is crazy. I can't possibly plan a wedding in a week. I have so much to do. There are people to invite, dresses to make, flowers to gather…"

"Linriel, calm down." Elwin interrupted as she placed her hands on her friend's shoulders. Linriel stopped talking for a moment and heeded her friend's advice. "Take a breath. Now don't panic."

"But what am I suppose to do? I have a week to plan everything."

"Why did you agree to do your wedding so quickly in the first place?" Elwin said as she led her friend to a couch for them to sit down on.

"Because Elrohir suggested it. He said it was a special day. Plus we have delayed it twice all ready and we wanted to do it before anything else comes up and gets in the way."

Elwin nodded. "Okay, then we will just have to plan everything quickly."

"But it can't be done. No one can plan a wedding in a week. Besides, Arwen isn't even here and she won't be for another six to eight days." Linriel argued.

Elwin sighed. "Then go talk to Elrohir. Maybe postpone the wedding for a month or something. It will give you time to prepare and time for Arwen to get here."

Linriel bit at her lip. "Elrohir won't like the idea of delaying the wedding again."

"He loves you, Linriel. He's waited this long. I'm sure a few more days won't matter too much. Talk with him. Let him know you need more time and knowing him, he'll be happy to do whatever he can to help."

Linriel nodded and stood. It took a few minutes to find where he was, but after asking around, she finally heard that he was sitting outside under a large oak tree. Hastily, she walked around the palace grounds. She found Elrohir writing something exactly where the guards had said. She quickened her pace so she could speak with him.

"I need more time, Elrohir!" Nothing like getting right to the point, but her tone surprised even her. Most people knew that it was not often Linriel went into panic mode.

Elrohir looked up, startled. "I thought you said you could be ready in a week."

"I was wrong. I didn't sit and think about it. It takes a long time to get ready for a wedding. I need at least a month."

"A month?" Elrohir stared aghast. "What could possibly take a month to get ready?"

"Planning, making the dresses, inviting people, getting all the flowers, all these things take time."

Elrohir looked at her curiously still not understanding.

She glared back at him and then sighed frustrated. "Males!"

"What do you mean 'males'?"

She rolled her eyes. "Never mind. The point is, I need more time."

"You have been planning this wedding for a long time all ready. I thought you all ready made the dresses last year? How much more do you need to do?" Elrohir asked, trying to sound sympathetic to his fiancé, but still not being unable to understand her need for more time.

"Yes, most of the dresses are made. I have been working on that. And I do have a lot planned. But there is so much to do."

Elrohir placed his parchment down on the ground and stood to face her. "Well, you have plenty of help around the palace. I'll tell you what. Make a list of everything that needs to be done. We'll talk about it at the meeting tonight and we will find people to work on everything you need done. You and your friends will all be the one to supervise everything and make sure it is to your perfection. With all the help, I'm sure we can pull this off in a week. If it doesn't work out, then we delay the wedding for as long as you need."

Linriel thought about it for a second. Finally, she let out a breath of air. "You're probably right. I have been preparing this forever and I probably have more done than I realize. I just want this wedding to be perfect."

Elrohir came up to her and put his arms around her waist. "And it will be." He kissed her lightly. "Come sit down with me for a second and take a breather."

"I should be getting back. I have…"

Elrohir placed a kiss on her lips to silence her. "You need a break. Sit down with me for at least a few minutes. Please."

Linriel smiled. How could she resist his pleading eyes? "For a few minutes."

Elrohir smiled.

They sat together for sometime. A comfortable silence settled between them. They had learned to be content in just the mere presence of the other. Conversation was not always needed.

Then suddenly Elrohir spoke, breaking the silence.

"So do you remember yet?" He asked with a smile.

Linriel looked at him. "Remember what?"

"Why I picked the date I did for our wedding?"

Linriel bit her lip. "I'm sorry Elrohir. I've tried to remember every special moment we've had, every kiss we've shared, any little thing that you might be referring to, but I cannot recall anything special for the date you picked. I've even checked what I have written down and asked Elwin and Idril if they remember, but I still have no idea. Forgive me, meleth, but I do not know of anything."

Elrohir only smiled. "It was a wondrous day, Linriel. It's a very special day in my memory."

"Can I have a clue or some kind of hint to help me remember? Please!"

Elrohir smiled. He stroked her face tenderly with his hand and lovingly pushed a stray piece of hair away from her face. "Where would the fun be in that?"

"Come on, Elrohir. I'm not going to remember if you don't help me."

"You have to think back. Far back. It was a long time ago, when you and I were both just young elflings." Elrohir hinted.

Linriel looked down at the grass, but after a few minutes, still did not remember.

Elrohir sighed and continued his hinting. "Think of a journey you took."

"A journey when I was a young elfling." Linriel repeated silently to herself. She thought hard. "When I first traveled to Imladris?" She asked.

Elrohir nodded slowly. "Yes, but keep going."

Linriel bit at her lip. "It was the day I met Arwen?"

Elrohir let his head drop. "Yes, and who else did you meet?"

"I suppose I met you." Linriel said unsure for she did not remember that.

"Yes! That is it." Elrohir said becoming excited. "It's the day we first met. The day I first laid eyes on your beautiful face."

Linriel smiled and began to remember a bit. She spoke slowly as more memories replayed in her head. "I barely even remember that. I remember spending some time with Arwen and I remember you and Legolas playing together, but I never paid you much mind. I do remember not realizing you had a twin and being shocked when I saw double. It frightened me at first because I had never heard of an elf twin."

Elrohir nodded. "And we tried to confuse you too."

"And you played tricks on me too and if I remember correctly you were very annoying to Arwen and I."

Elrohirsmiled slightly while embarrassment flushed his cheeks. "You weren't supposed to remember that."

Linriel chuckled. "Yes, I do remember. I remember thinking you and your brother were the two most annoying elves in all of middle earth."

Elrohir laughed. "We weren't that bad," he paused, then asked, "were we?" The look Linriel gave Elrohir was enough to speak volumes. Elrohir smirked. "Sorry."

Linriel smiled at him. Instinctively her hand reached towards her neck so she could fiddle with her necklace. It was a habit she had whenever she thought of her mother. Her mother had given her the necklace long ago and it was Linriel's most treasured possession. Unfortunately, the necklace was not there. Linriel had lost it over a year ago when the men from the south captured her. Linriel's heart sank, but she didn't let it show in her face.

"My mother said you teased me because you liked me, but I refused to believe it." She said finally.

"Sound like your mom was very wise." Elrohir said with a smile. "I've liked you since the first time I laid eyes on you."

Linriel flushed. "Naneth always did know how to read people well. That's why she was so good for my father. She read him like no one else could." Linriel said. She stared off into the woods as she remembered. "She was always there to encourage him and keep him going. She was so gentle and yet so strong." Unexpectedly, a tear fell down Linriel's cheek.

Elrohir placed his arm around her.

She closed her eyes and tears began to glisten on her eye lashes. "She should be here Elrohir. I miss her so much." Linriel buried her head in Elrohir's chest as her emotions finally took over her.

Protectively he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair gently. "Ssh. Ssh. Iston." (I know) Elrohir did not know what else to say. He understood her pain. He missed his own mother so much, especially at times like this. Often times the most joyous days in his life were also the hardest. It was those day that he missed his mother more than ever. He knew that there was little comfort he could give Linriel. Nothing would make her mother come back and nothing could change the fact that Isdilwen wasn't here to see her daughter's wedding.

"It's not fair." Linriel muttered as she looked at him. "Both our mothers should be here to see us married."

Elrohir shook his head. "It isn't fair, Linriel, but for some reason, Iluvatar chose to take our mothers from us. It's not our place to decide." He looked into her eyes and tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I know it doesn't make it any easier. Nothing ever will. But because both of our mothers died, you and I were able to share our grief and bond closer. At least, Iluvatar was gracious enough to do that."

Linriel smiled slightly. "For that, I am thankful."

Elrohir nodded and held her close. "Our wedding is going to be the best wedding Middle Earth has ever seen."

Linriel smiled. "And I'll be marrying the most handsome, sweetest elf ever."

Elrohir flushed. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"

Linriel's smiled brightened and she curled closer to him.

"I cannot wait until we are married." Elrohir said with a smile.

"Oh and why is that?" Linriel teased.

Elrohir grinned. "Because then I can really show you how much I love you."

Linriel grinned. She was about to comment when she heard someone walking towards them. She sighed at the bad timing. In a few seconds Thranduil's personal guard Treleth came near them.

"Excuse me, your highness and my lord." He said as he bowed. "King Thranduil has sent for you, milady."

Linriel nodded her head. "Thank you, Treleth. I will be right there."

The elf bowed again and headed back the way he had come. Linriel looked back at Elrohir. "I guess I should go."

Elrohir pouted. "If you must."

"I will see you tonight at the meeting."

Elrohir nodded. "I love you."

"I love you." She said as she gently kissed him. Then she stood and headed to her father's study.

Thranduil sat at his desk going over some papers, but not really paying much attention. His daughter was getting married in a little over a week and here he was pouring over some duty papers. He knew it had to be done, but he couldn't possibly concentrate. A knock sounded at his door and he smiled at the distraction. What was it now, the fourth or fifth distraction in the past hour? The king couldn't say he minded.

As the door opened, Linriel stepped inside. Thranduil smiled at seeing her. Having her back in the palace was the greatest joy for him.

"You called for me, Ada?"

Thranduil rose and walked towards her. "I just wanted to see your face again and make sure you were actually here." He spoke truthfully, but that was not the full reason he wanted her.

Linriel just smiled. "It's good to be home, Ada, but I know that's not the only reason you called me here."

Thranduil smiled slightly. Then he walked towards the window and stared outside. "When you were still very young," he began, "your mother gave you a very special gift. You cherished it above all else, especially after she died."

Linriel gasped. "Oh Ada, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to loose the necklace…"

Thranduil turned. He all ready knew from the sound of her voice that tears were all ready in her eyes. He had not meant for that. She must have mistaken his words as him being angry with her, but he was far from angry. "Linriel, my dear, Linriel." He said as he cupped her chin in his hands. "I am not angry with you. Would you please let me finish."

She nodded her head solemnly.

"Your mother's necklace meant so much to you. I know that. I also know that you would not easily give that necklace up or loose it. Over a year ago, however, as I was searching for you through the woods, Kalen found it on the ground. I was devastated for it was as if my last hope of finding you was suddenly shattered." Tenderly, he began to caress her face. "I never thought I would see you again."

Linriel hugged him. "I'm sorry, Ada. I'm so sorry. I missed you so much."

Thranduil held her tightly, and then he pulled away, smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an amethyst necklace that was intricately woven in gold and hung on a gold chain. "I believe this belongs to you."

Linriel could have cried with relief. She took the necklace from her father and just stared at it for a moment. Thranduil watched her as tears filled her eyes.

"I thought it was lost forever." She said finally.

Thranduil smiled. He watched her clasp it back around her neck and smiled at the relief on her face. "The chain must have broken when you were captured. I had my best craftsmen restore it for you."

Linriel smiled brightly. "Thank you so much, Ada."

He embraced her. "You are very welcome, Riel."

Linriel looked back down at the necklace. "Elrohir and I were just talking about mother."

Thranduil swallowed slowly. His own pain in his heart began burning at his chest and he knew Linriel was feeling it too. "She is with us in our hearts and I know she will be watching your wedding from above."

Linriel nodded slowly. "Do you ever…" She paused and swallowed hard.

Thranduil stroked her face gently. "Do I ever what?"

"Do you ever wish to just leave everything here behind and sail over the sea to be with her?" She said a bit hesitantly.

"Every day." Thranduil admitted. "Not a day goes by that I don't wish to be with her again. I would do anything for just a moment with her." Linriel sniffed, trying to keep her tears at bay. Thranduil kissed her gently on the forehead. "But I know that it is not yet my time. I still have many duties and responsibilities here. I am comforted by the fact that I will one day see her again. It gives me something to look forward to; something to fight for."

Linriel smiled and embraced her father. "I love you, Ada."

"I love you too."

"I better let you get back to your work." She said quite suddenly. "And Eru knows, I have tons to do myself."

Thranduil smiled. "See you tonight at the meeting then." She nodded and headed out the door. Thranduil sighed and sat back down in his chair. It was time to get back to paperwork.