United Forever?
Note to readers: this is a one-page fanfic...........enjoy and comment!!
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Neither of our families really accepted the relationship, but it was obvious why. I kneel down and kiss him on the cheek. He beams up at me. I smile back. We don't care how anyone else feels, just as long as we are together. I slowly get to my feet and look at my best man. Aragorn seems to be enjoying himself, especially as Arwen is standing next to him, her small delicate hand clutched tightly in his. She is the maid of honour. You could just feel them looking longingly at each other throughout the whole ceremony.
The wedding. Our wedding. I kneel down again and beckon my husband towards me. I kiss his forehead, then whisper into his ear,
"Well, we better hurry up."
He frowns, confused, but my reasuring smile soon does its trick.
It was always, 'Don't tell the elf' Aragorn told me. It sounds more like 'Don't tell the mistress' to me.
We run outside, to be greeted by Gandalf and his trusty covered cart. No one seems to have noticed we've gone. As I glance back at the green and red wedding (as Gimli didn't want to look too gay), I spot Frodo running towards us. Well, at least someone noticed...................
He catches up with us, looking rather out of breath, then hands me a small, green box with a silver leaf on it.
"Your wedding present." he says with a smile.
I open it slowly, then lift out the object inside. It is a green silk ribbon, I turn to Frodo, then something else catches my eye.
"I thought you'd like it." Frodo says, looking uncertain.
"I love it!" I say breathlessly, fingering the fragile pendant on the end. It is a bow and an axe crossed, with a ribbon in front of them saying, 'Eliras ralio'*.
"United forever? Oh, Frodo, I adore it!" I exclaim, then pull Frodo into a hug. I pull back quickly, he doesn't like that sort of thing (and Gimli's eyes are boring into the back of my head), then smile at him.
"You'll keep in touch?" he asks as i climb into the cart with Gimli.
"Of course." I answer.
"Have a nice honeymoon," he bites his lip, then looks up at me again. "-and behave yourselves. Especially you, Legolas."
I blush, then turn back to Gimli, who looks at me expectantly. I lean in and kiss him on the lips, gesturing for Gandalf to start the journey.
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He amused himself throughout the journey with his smoke-rings, paying no attention to the back, which I was rather glad for. Not that he couldn't feel or hear it, of course. With Legolas' gasps and groans, and the cart shaking slightly every so often, I was so relieved to take a break and spend it with my new lover.
We never did get much sleep.
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* Ok, so I don't know much Elvish, but I AM trying to learn......................
If you know of any elvish sites, with the language + pronunciation included, please review the story with them, I will be so grateful!!