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"The finest wedding I've ever attended," Faramir comments. A salty breeze sweeps across his face as he opens the door, pleasantly overwhelming him.
The three step out onto the veranda, taking in the fresh spring air, the wedding reception continuing on inside without them. They can hear Aragorn crying out blessings (the audience joining in with a Rohirric cry, a Gondorian song), wishing his dear friend and his new bride the longest of marriages and the most bountiful of children.
"The very finest," the elf agrees with the Steward.
The blue skies above Dol Amroth have never failed, but it was especially beautiful at this time of year when the sordid heat had not yet arrived and the clutches of the cruel winter were just weeks gone. Legolas looked over at Gimli, who seemed rather entranced by the scene before them. Seagulls chimed above, as if joining in on the celebration inside, their singing only adding to the wondrous beauty of the view.
"Do they not have gulls in the mountains?" Legolas jeers, the corners of his mouth curled up into a small smile.
"No," the dwarf finally answers, gruff eyes locked on the beckoning waves lapping over golden shores. "That we don't."