Legolas frowned into the looking glass. The wait was a strain that he could not endure much longer. At his side, Aragorn gave him a knowing smile. Narrowing his eyes at his friend's countenance, the son of Thranduil abandoned his reflection in favour of the man standing next to him. He regarded Aragorn silently but a moment, with interest flowing through him. "Why do you look at me so, my friend?"
"I need not explain, you shall discover it in your own time." Sage words Aragorn had delivered. Still the peculiar expression he had adopted persisted. And there was something else there too. Something hidden from view, yet at the same time extremely telling. It could not be missed. Not by Legolas.
"Shall you tell me of the trails that await me?" Legolas asked, part amusement, part seriousness. "You shouldn't. I have heard it from countless people by now. Have no worries, my friend, I am truly invested into this. I love her and I shan't change my mind." Why did they all worry about something inevitable?
"Were you not invested, we would not be here," Aragorn observed, his voice deepening slightly with the rise of his emotions. "No, I give no speech to you. But do not forget that I am your friend and hers also. As such, I must tell you this path you've chosen might just bring about your ending."
"Arwen knew that loving you would bring her closer to death's door," Legolas reminded his friend, not without kindness though. "I do know all this. And while, we elves, have the gift of longevity, we can still be slain. Who is to say that I shall not die before her? Mysterious are the ways of the Valar."
The warning having been delivered, Aragorn relaxed. "Arwen had to give up her immortality. She had to renounce a life with her kin. The choice weights heavily on me, friend, yet I would not wish it to be any different now." His head turned to the side. "Just know that I wish you every happiness with your chosen one." No doubt the sorrow they would come to know all too soon.
Heaving a sigh, Legolas started towards the doors. He could wait no longer. Aragorn having caught the sign of impatience, followed close behind. Both made their way to the large hall, taking their assigned places. Speaking quietly with an elven maiden was Arwen, Queen of Gondor. She nodded her head towards Legolas and smiled sweetly to her husband. Gracefully disengaging from her current conversation, Arwen reached Aragorn's side. "It shall begin very soon now, my love," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "How grand it all seems," Arwen contemplated, allowing herself to drift away.
As those words passed her lips, the elves began to play their harps and flutes, signalling that the bride was to come, accompanied by the King. Éowyn's brother had not been able to come for pressing matters of state were upon him. Nor did Éowyn have other close male relatives. Thus the King had offered to be the one to give her away. It was a symbol of his acceptance of her, as much as an encouragement to the woman who entered his house. All would witness the regard she was held in.
"You father's famed gift of foresight has passed to you, I see," Aragorn teased good-naturedly, one arm locking around her waist. "Tell me this then, fairest lady, shall they find happiness in their union?"
"Some they shall find, other they shall make for themselves." Arwen looked towards the door. "It is for them to build a life together. We can only pray that the Valar will guide them and keep them safe." Once more she gave thanks to the creators. "Oh, but my heart fills with joy at the thought of them being so."