The next morning Elfwine and Cleofa were wed out on the steps of Meduseld for all of Edoras to see. Not a frown was to be found among the attendants (except for maybe a few jealous noblewomen). Lothiriel dabbed her cheeks with her handkerchief as tears of joy streamed down her face her smiled being the biggest and brightest out of all. Eldarion watched as Elfwine said his vows and wondered if he would ever find a love like that. His parents were, thankfully, in no rush to marry him off and wanted him to find love. Without thinking the prince suddenly realized he was gazing at Gilmith. He quickly looked away but then thought of something and turned back. She looked lovely, of course, her dress was light blue and her hair was beautifully braided. His eyes finally landed on the top of her head which was crowned with the flower chain he had made her yesterday. He tried not to snicker; she was so sweet and adorable! And he had to admit the flowers did work with her overall look and actually made her seem elegant and charming. She was something else.

Suddenly feeling like someone was watching her, Gilmith's green eyes found Eldarion's blue. He glanced up at the crown smirked. She smirked back at him and lightly blushed, her gaze falling to the ground in embarrassment. Maybe she shouldn't have worn this, now she was just self-conscious, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. She thought it looked pretty and … oh, she really didn't know why she wore it. Was it to get his attention? She had tried to tell herself it wasn't that … but who was she kidding? If he didn't think of her as childish before he most certainly would now. Why was she so foolish? She sighed to herself and for the rest of the ceremony refused to make eye contact with the blue-eyed prince.

After the ceremony, the royal families settled in the main hall for a light lunch. That evening was when the major festivities would happen. Eldarion was quite impressed with the way his sister and Gilmith had decorated the place. During lunch he noticed that Gilmith had gotten up to fix one of the flower arrangements. Wanting to compliment her on her work, he came up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She, of course, jumped with fright at his touch turning around quickly and letting out a breath of relief her hand on her chest.

"I'm sorry Gilmith! I didn't mean to frighten you so!" the prince hastily apologized.

"I know, do not worry about it," she waved her hand at him though her cheeks were already stained red.

"I just came by to say how lovely the hall turned out. You did a wonderful job," he gave her a smile that made her heart jump.

"Oh, thank you very much. I probably could have done better but time was limited. But, still, thank you, I'm honored that you think so – uh!"

She gasped slightly as Eldarion reached up to her flower crown and rubbed a pedal between his fingers.

"And I am honored that you liked my gift so much that you would actually wear it today," he chuckled a little.

"Yes, well, it just went well with the dress and, uh, you really did such a nice job with it I couldn't resist wearing it," she didn't even know what she was saying anymore, she was so embarrassed!

Eldarion simply laughed lowering his hand.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he smiled, "I never know what you're going to do next!"

Gilmith was certainly taken off guard by that. She tried to laugh a little wondering what she could say.

"Oh I don't know about that," she said, "I'm just me, though I would say I act more childish than, uh, unpredictable."

"Nonsense! Could a child have organized and decorated an entire hall like this? I doubt it. Like you said you're just you, and I can't wait to see what you do next," he gave her another dashing smile.

"Don't hold your breath my prince," she said sarcastically all the sudden, "I may just end up disappointing you."

"I have faith in you," he grinned, "Now; you'll save me a dance tonight right?"

"I suppose I must," she said with mock annoyance rolling her eyes. How did he do that? She would always get so worked up by his presence in one moment but then be calm and joking with him in another. Maybe that's why she liked him so much; he got her out of her shell.

The prince laughed and bid her farewell. This girl really was unpredictable. She came off as timid but she was definitely sarcastic and funny but also sweet and patient. He was still trying to figure her out but he liked what he was learning. Watch out, he thought to himself, or you'll end up falling in love with the girl. Eldarion laughed at the idea but then stopped. What if he was already falling? No, it was too soon to tell, he told himself. Right now we're just good friends getting to know each other. But still, he glanced back at her from his seat at the lunch table. She was still fussing with the decorations trying to make everything perfect. She then stood back, hand on her chin, green eyes darting here and there. You could tell she was in deep thought, the world around her was gone, and it was just her and the flowers. The prince had to admit she had a good eye and was patient enough to deal with the details.

"I never knew you were so interested in flowers," stated Elfwine who had come to sit next to his friend, ale in hand.

Eldarion jumped slightly being disrupted from his thoughts about Elfwine's … sister. He suddenly realized he had actually been staring at her and that his friend was not talking about the flowers at all.

"Oh, well, you know I was just admiring how well arranged they were … by-by your sister of course. They really brighten up the place, I simply can't take my eyes off them," he grinned nervously.

"You most certainly cannot," laughed Elfwine, "Just know, if you make the "flowers" cry I will personally cleave you in two," he said half-jokingly.

"Uh, Elfwine, no wait, it's not what you think!" Eldarion laughed anxiously, "We're just good friends, and you know no matter what the circumstance I would never ever dream of hurting her," he said seriously.

"I know," Rohan's prince nodded, "Just my brotherly instincts coming out I suppose. I'm still keeping an eye on you though," he grinned.

"Great, just what I needed a chaperone."

The exchange between the prince and princess also did not get past Elwing, who had informed her sisters last night of her findings. She smiled as she watched them laughing and joking together nudging Ivorwen next to her.

"See? See! I told you, like two peas in a pod!" she giggled.

"Oh Ellie, I'll admit they are friendly towards one another, but I don't know I would call that love or even an attachment. It may grow into something more, but for right now they are getting to know one another," Ivorwen stated practically.

"Ivorwen you take the excitement out of everything," pouted Elwing.

"It is rather romantic if I do say so," commented Gilraen, "Blooming love and during a wedding no less!"

"Not you too!" sighed Ivorwen.

Arwen couldn't help but glance at her daughters who's heads were bent in seemingly serious discussion. When Elwing glanced up the Queen followed her gaze to her son and Lothiriel's daughter having a light-hearted conversation. The Evenstar smiled, that would be a fine match indeed. As she watched she noticed how easy-going her son was acting, he was almost not allowed to in Gondor since he was the heir and there were certain protocols that had to be followed. This only made her smile more, perhaps Gilmith would be that stress relief he needed in his life – but now she was getting ahead of herself.

"It will take awhile before anything will happen between them," uttered Lothiriel who was close to Arwen as well as Eowyn.

"I beg your pardon?" Arwen's eyebrow rose as she turned back to the women.

"Gilmith is awfully shy and will never admit her feelings unless she's sure they're returned," replied Eowyn.

"I see," Arwen sighed, "All we can do is encourage them in every little way we can."