An: I apologize for the long wait. I dedicate this chapter to two girls who started Iming me to get this one up,

Here's to you two: Merry and Pippin – You know who you are. ^_~

Chapter 43- The Wedding

The Gaffer slowly made his way into the deepest rooms of Bag Shot Row. He entered and looked at her, his precious daughter. Diamond was fixing her hair up good for her as she sat, gowned in complete white and looking like an angel.

He cleared his throat and Diamond turned around. Samantha just looked into the mirror reflection smiling at her father. Diamond knew they wanted to be alone so she quickly left shut the door behind her.

Sam looked up at her father from where she sat at the vanity, and looking at his beautiful daughter he felt tears mounting in his eyes. He cleared his throat and hid it as well as he could.

" So, ah... this is the one, eh? You sure you love him?" He said, and his voice was hoarse. Sam's lip quivered and she stood up and embraced her father.

" Yes daddy, with all my heart. But I'll always be your little girl." She sniffled.

" Your damn right, you will be. And I won't give you away to just anyone ye know. This Mr. Frodo here has to be someone real special...If he so much as hurts you, even a little- That Baggins will be as good as dead, I don't care if he's my employer or not." He said looking fierce, but the tear that rolled down his cheek gave his softness away. Sam smile at him.

" Walk me down the aisle daddy?" she whispered softly. The Gaffer smiled and offered his arm.

~*~

Frodo paced back in a tent on the party field. He had his finest suit on and felt like a nervous reck. Merry and Pippin stood by laughing, and he threw them some nasty looks. For lack of ability to make a decision both of the pair became his best 'men'.

He looked out to the party field, half of it was filled with hobbits, the other half was filled with the most obscure range of creatures imaginable. There was Gimli the dwarf and Legolas, traveling from Fangorn. Some of the Kings guard had accompanied the king and the queen to this party and sat just in the middle.

Mayor Whitfoot stood at the altar, clad in a fine suit. Aragorn stood just behind him, as he was going to lay the blessings of Gondor upon the newly wed couple. Frodo slipped on his coat and walked out to the altar, Merry and Pippin following close behind. He stood nervously looking down over the crowd of hobbits, ranging from Lobella Sackville-Baggins to Sam's little sister and family. Just about the entire Shire turned up for the event.

A slow melodic wedding march picked up on Frodo's leaf shaped ears. He turned and saw several elven harpists and flutists playing the most beautiful tune he'd ever have heard. Merry leaned over to Pippin,

"When did they come?" Merry whispered. Frodo smiled hearing them and saw near the back Elrond of Rivendell standing with Elladan and Elrohir, amoung several other elves, but not Bilbo.

Before Frodo had time to dwell on his thoughts a slow bridal march picked up. Everyone stood in the audience, and Frodo looked around for Sam. Frodo looked up a hill to see a White Rider standing atop it. He smiled, suddenly reassured by the site of the White Wizard. Marigold walked down the aisle in a pretty lavender flower girl dress, dropping all sorts of flower pedals, hand picked from Sam's gardens. Then came Arwen, and Diamond shielding a small figure clad in white.

Frodo suddenly felt light headed as he saw the veil that concealed the face of Samantha Gamgee came into view. She looked beautiful, more beautiful then he'd ever seen her. The Gaffer led her by the arm as any father would, about to give his daughter away.

Before Frodo could make another intelligent thought, Sam stood before him. He lifted her veil and looked into her beautiful green eyes.

Sam smiled gently at him, gazing into his sapphire blue eyes. All weakness was gone from her body from the sickness, and it was no longer a threat. She took his hands in hers, no longer worried of her worth or their love lasting. Somehow that was all in the past, they had come to far to come back now. The Mayor told Frodo to make his vows, as it were, Sam would not make vows for that was how it was in the Shire. The Bride's were never required to make vows.

"Lathron ben ned eryn, glamor uin galan ir govannem. An uir aewath linnathar a chervess olthad nîn : he bada min nadhras galen a parth lothen. Trevódiel orath drestennin, broniannem lennath dhuir a charnath arnediad. A Elleth ivorcheneb, dartho, ú-aníron cuinad ereb. Avo awartho nin, annathon le chên, a mar mhilui. Gweston le, meleth ú-thinnatha a harthad edlothiatha adwain. Avo doltho mhorn, melethril nîn." he said slowly. "I love you, Samantha. That will never change." It was slightly short, and the large percentage of the hobbits stood baffled to what it could possibly mean for none of them knew a scrape of Elvish.

Legolas smiled, as did Arwen and Aragorn. Gimli muttered something under his breath to Legolas about there never being any dwarvish vows made at weddings. Mayor Whitfoot fumbled for a moment, the elvish poetry taking him by surprise.

".. The Rings?" he said after a moment of silence. Frodo withdrew from his dark brown vest pocket a silver band and slipped it onto the same finger her engagement ring was on; right ring finger.

Sam removed from her pocket the same silver band and lifted his right hand to slip the ring on, but to her horror for lack of planning; his Ring finger was gone. It wasn't that she forgot; how could she- but in the hustle they had both forgotten that his wedding band was to go on the one finger he lacked. Frodo froze, as did the entire party of guests in the pews.

Sam suddenly looked resolute. She tugged the wedding ring off her own hand (to Frodo's horror) and pulled it on her left. Frodo looked slightly confused as she took his left hand at set the ring on his ring finger there.

Several of the guests looked at the couple like they were loony, but the ones that knew them just smiled, amused.

"I wear it on the same one you do, my love." she whispered. Frodo felt like he was walking on air. The Mayor cleared his throat, now officially conducting the strangest wedding he had ever even been to.

"Do you Samantha Gamgee, take Frodo Baggins to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish till death do you part?"

"I do." she said, voice quivering from emotion.

"And do you, Frodo Baggins, Take Samantha Gamgee to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish till death do you part?"

Till death do you part....

The Words froze in Frodo's mind for a moment, but the words came from his mouth.

"I do.. with all my heart I do..."

"Well then…" Mayor whitfoot said. "I guess you can kiss her then." He said smiling at Frodo. All unpleasant thoughts fled from Frodo's mind and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly.

Cheers erupted from the audience. Frodo pulled back from their kiss, which somehow felt as good as the first one on the banks of Amon Hen. Sam looked at him and smiled broadly.

"I just married a Baggins," She says to Frodo, her arms securely around his waist, she couldn't see nor hear nothing other then Frodo.

"My dear hobbit, you are a Baggins." Frodo says, brushing his nose against hers. He brushed his hand along her tanned cheek which was slightly pink. A tear slipped between his fingers, he looked back into her eyes.

"Sam?" he asked uncertainly.

"Perhaps now I can come inside for tea…" she says. He grins at her then takes the sides of her cheeks which were damp from tears of Joy, and kisses her again.

"Of course my wife… Samantha Baggins…" he says never feeling happier, he could hear the sounds of hooves and wings flapping. Looking up he saw doves and clear blue skies behind them.

Looking over, at the end of the pews stood Gandalf.

"ar nai aistalë Eldar ar Atani ar ilyë Léralieron hilya le! Eleni sílar antalyannar." Aragorn said softly.

"Sam…" Frodo said looking over at the crowd of friends they had come to know over the years. "I think we've reached the end of our journey."

"No, Mr. Frodo. I think we're starting a new one…" she says smiling at him and taking his hand as the confetti and rice began to fly.

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