Here I am with the next part to this short story. I am overwhelmed with the feedback I got on the first chapter! 6 reviews, thanks so much! Thanks to:

FearlesswithHimJC, MamaBirdCat, Saren-Dipety, Guest, canadianboy98, brankel1. Here you go, hope you enjoy the wedding!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings.

Chapter #2

One week later the kingdom is in chaos. Despite Aragorn and Arwen's wishes for a small and simple wedding they were not granted. Barely a day after Aragorn proposed everyone in Gondor and even the small villages around knew that their new king is to be married this coming week.

The day of the wedding is even crazier than before. All of Arwen's attendants have come from Rivendale to help get her ready and Aragorn is just dying to see her. They have scarcely had a few minutes alone together since the coronation and Aragorn just wishes for the wedding to be over so that he can have his wife all to himself. Neither of them hardly have any say in the preparations for his wedding but he doesn't really mind, the only thing Aragon wants is for the ceremony to go as planned and for Arwen not to suddenly change her mind about marrying him. He highly doubts that would happen but he's probably not the only one to have these thoughts on his wedding day.

Aragorn is presently being fitted into his outfit for the wedding and he assumes Arwen is doing the same. Attendants are running here and there, setting up tables and bringing out food. Hundreds of benches and chairs are being brought out so that the invited guests, and even the ones that weren't invited but will mostly come to this big event, can sit and watch.

Legolas is to stand near Aragorn for the ceremony and one of Arwen's closest friends will be on her side. Gandalf will be marrying them and Aragorn can't think of a better person to do it. Frodo and his friends will also be at the front along with Gimli and Faramir and Eowyn.

What seems strange is that Aragorn has a small sense of nervousness, which isn't normal because he is the king and is used to standing in front of people, but he's never actually been married in front of hundreds, even thousands of people.

"There, all done." The man helping him with his outfit announces, standing back to admire his work.

"Thank you." Aragorn says with a smile, then dismisses the assistant who leaves him alone in his personal chambers. As of tonight this will no longer be his room because he will be moving into the largest room that he will be sharing with Arwen. The servants have already moved most of his belongings in there and only a few things are left. Taking one last look around and inhaling deeply, Aragorn straps his sword to his waist and steps out into the corridor.

"Sir, everything is in place." One of his most trusted servants tells him. "It's time." He adds in a much quieter tone, giving Aragorn a small, encouraging smile."

"Thank you, let's go." Aragorn then follows the younger man down the corridor and out to the section of the courtyard where the ceremony will take place. All the guests are already standing in front of their seats, waiting expectantly for Aragorn to walk down the aisle. As he comes down the carpeted aisle all of the people begin bowing down in honor and respect, all the way down to where Gandalf stands. Legolas stands with a grin on his face on one side of Gandalf while the four hobbits, Gimli, Faramir and Eowyn stand nearby. A young and beautiful elf woman stands on the opposite side of Gandalf than Legolas, wearing a long silvery dress and a matching hair band, tucked behind her pointed ears. Finally Aragorn arrives at the front and turning around, smiles at the crowd of watchers. Everyone is standing upright again but now they turn away from Aragorn and look behind. Then he sees her.

Just as beautiful as ever. There aren't enough words for him to think of to describe the woman coming to meet him.

Breathtaking.

Amazing.

Glowing.

Stunning.

Magnificent.

Arwen sets one foot in front of the other, slowly advancing towards the front. Her dress is pure white with tiny beads all over the train that trails behind her for many feet. Small silver shoes poke out from under the front of her dress as she walks. Then, her dark blue eyes lock with his and she smiles, the smile lighting up her entire face. Aragorn smiles back, willing her to walk faster.

After what seems like forever the woman he loves is standing beside him. Her small white hand securely in his, they turn to Gandalf.

Now this is no ordinary wedding. Gandalf asks them a few questions with which they answer with, "I do", but then Gandalf begins singing an Elvish wedding song that is well known among the elves and soon all of the elves present and even a few of the humans are quietly humming or singing along. All during the whole ordeal, Aragorn and Arwen are standing face to face, both their hands hooked together between them.

Aragorn barely hears the singing, his lips are moving on their own accord and he doesn't even realize it. His focus is on the woman in front of him, and her alone. Arwen can't take her eyes off of her almost husband either. She feels almost giddy with happiness and excitement, thinking about all they went through and can finally be together.

"And now Aragorn, you may kiss you bride." Aragorn blinks a few times before realizing that the song has finished and that Gandalf is speaking to him. Looking down at Arwen he smiles then leans down, getting closer and closer. Arwen closes her eyes gently and detaching her hands from Aragorn's reaches up to lock them around his neck.

Not a sound is heard in the crowd, everyone seems to be holding their breath as Aragorn places his lips on Arwen's, kissing her sweetly. Then he picks her up, swinging her around much like the first time they saw each other only a week ago.

Cheers erupt from every person in the crowd and flowers and rice, hats and anything else are thrown up in the air and land on the happy couple as they run hand in hand down the aisle towards the castle where the party will take place.

As soon as they arrive, Arwen's many servants crowd around her, congratulating her and giving her kisses. They explain to Aragorn that they need to help her change into something else for the party and will back soon.

Of course he doesn't want to let her out of his sight but Arwen assures him that she will be back in a moment, and after one more quick kiss Aragorn watches her hurry away.

With a sigh he walks slower this time into the huge banquet hall that has been decorated for the occasion with the guests following close behind, eager to get a taste of the delicacies set out before them.

Aragorn is not without company for long, first Legolas comes to offer his congratulations, giving his friend a friendly pat on the back. Then comes Gimli and after that Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry. Last of all is Elrond.

"You better take care of her." He tells Aragorn seriously, but smiles as well.

"You won't have to worry about that." Aragorn promises, "I wouldn't think of doing any less."

"I know." Elrond smiles again. "I'm very happy for you two even though I wasn't totally supportive at the beginning."

"Thank you, that means a lot." Aragorn tells him sincerely.

"We'll be heading out tomorrow." Elrond says suddenly.

"Oh, won't you stay a little longer?"

"No, We need to get back. Now that the war has been won a lot of our Elves will be returning to Rivendale."

"I won't make you stay." Aragorn says. "But we will surely be sad to see you go."

"Oh but we will be seeing each other often. At least I hope so."

Aragorn nods, "Of course."

"Well, here comes Arwen, Goodbye Aragorn." They say goodbye just as Arwen walks up in one of her more normal dresses but still looks absolutely gorgeous on her.

"Hi." She whispers, coming up to him and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Want some cake?" Aragorn asks, his eyes laughing.

Arwen nods, "Yes. It is for us anyways."

Taking her hand, Aragorn leads her over to the large white cake, decorated with iced flowers and trees.

"It's beautiful." She breathes.

"Not as beautiful as you." Aragorn says, giving her another kiss.

"I should hope not!" Arwen says with seriousness.

The cook cuts the cake, handing them each a generous portion. "Let's go outside where its not so crowded." Aragorn suggests.

"Good idea." Arwen agrees and follows him outside, weaving their way through the many people who of course all have to stop and congratulate the couple and give them gifts. About an hour later they arrive out in the courtyard and sit down on a white wood bench to finish what is left of their wedding cake.

"I feel like I am floating in a dream." Arwen says in her soft, sweet voice.

"Believe me I can't believe it either. I mean, we're married!" Aragorn laughs, and kisses Arwen again, unable to help himself, getting some of the leftover icing off of her lips.

"I've waited long for this evil to end. For you to be King and for us to be married."

"I never stopped thinking of you when I was away fighting. I always had a part of you with me." Aragorn murmurs, fingering the necklace she gave him. "I thought about you all the time too." Arwen admits. "For a while I thought we'd never see each other again!"

"I've never been happier." He tells her.

"I haven't either." Taking both of their plates, Aragorn sets them on the ground beside them and pulls Arwen closer to him.

"I love you." He whispers, his breath tickling her ear.

"I love you too." Arwen replies before bringing his face down to hers for a kiss.

"Now, let's go inside and I'll show you our room." Aragorn says a few moments later.

"You mean, just leave the guests?" Arwen asks.

"Yes, they only came for the free food anyways, no one will miss us." He replies with a chuckle.

"Well in that case, let's go." Arwen agrees then squeals out in surprise as Aragorn lifts her up into his arms bridal style and carries her inside.

So, what did you think?! Should I continue or just leave it at this? I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks for reading and please leave a review before you go!

~FirePearl