Laurëlasse turned with light steps. Her pale gold hair glistened as spun silver under the stars as she spun, a wild light in her green eyes. Thranduil took her slender hand, and together they danced, spinning on quick feet, in a nimble, moon lit harmony. Thranduil paused at last, gathering her in her arms. "Marriage suits you, my love. You are fairer than before." he said tenderly, smoothing back the thick tresses.
She smiled at him, her eyes glistened. "I have only been wed for a few hours, my Lord."
He brought his forehead down till it touched hers. "I am not your Lord. I am your husband."
She laughed, wrapping white arms around his neck. "I love you, Thranduil."
He kissed her. "I love you."
The stars shone brightly that night.
