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Chapter 20
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The months drifted by on the pleasant breeze, and winter soon faded into the spring, bring with it, the blossoms,
and the spring showers, which was indeed welcome by all. Blossom petals floated freely on the warm breezes,
and there was no lack of merriment and care-free notions throughout Lorien.
Sam smiled as he looked at the tall, slender elves working to set up decorations, and lacy trimmings everywhere. They
had selected a beautiful grove, where a circle of mallorn grew, tall and pale, and crowned with golden leaves.
They were setting large, beautiful vases around, that were filled with colorful flowers. Many elves were already playing
music on instruments, and dancing as they prepared for the wedding union of Azura and Frodo.
Pippin sat on the shoulders of a tall elf, as he reached upward and set the string of a lamps over a branch, and let the
lamps hang off. Pippin laughed as the elf moved to another tree, and they set another, and more after that.
Merry was helping other elves set beautiful plates and silverware, and glasses at a long banquet table. The table was
adorned with natural growing ivy, which was tangled across it like a natural table cloth. Small, white flowers grew on
the vines, beautiful and small.
Frodo stood by Sam's side as they watched the preparations. They had been watching for hours, as golden Mallorn
leaves drifted in the wind, teasing and dancing across the grove.
Boromir and Aragorn helped with decorating a beautiful stone alter at the far end of the grove, which looked more like
a gazebo, in a way. It was tall, and the roof was slanted and came to a sharp point. Up the sides and across the roof,
ivy grew, with long, blue, bell shaped flowers that hung off. In the front, it was open, like a high-arced doorway, and the
walls were open, there were no barriers on any side, save for the criss-cross pattern of stonework that ran around it,
skipping the doorway. Aragorn and Boromir were setting candle stands around the alter, and other elves set candles
upon them.
Sam turned, and smiled grandly at Frodo, and said, "I'm honored to be one of your best men. I am proud to be attending
your wedding, and.. I'm.. just so happy for you!"
Before Sam could start to blubber, Frodo set both his hands firmly on the man's shoulder's, and smiled, and replied,
"Thank you, Sam, my friend."
Sam nodded, smiling, and his eyes growing teary-eyed. This was truly a love that stories and songs talked about. This
was something that was meant to be. Sam smiled as he watched Frodo move to talk with Pippin and Merry.
A squawk came from above him, and as he turned, Faile fluttered down from a branch in a tree, and landed rather noisily
on his shoulder. Sam laughed, and rubbed his index finger under her beak. She nipped at him lovingly, and blinked a few
times, and cooed.
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Azura felt trapped. She loved him so much, and she had to help him. She had to keep him safe, and all of Middle
Earth from what she would become if Sauron got the ring back. She could not let him know of the monster that
lurked inside her, aching to be released, screaming for blood.
She stared out at Lothlorien before her, outside the large open window, with her legs dangling over the ledge. The
wind was blowing softly, sifting her hair across her face, and her palms were flat on the smooth wooden window sill
beneath her.
She could see a few elves moving around, far beneath her. Most were children, and were playing, and dancing in the
sunlight. Ahead of her, she could see a sea of golden and green leaves, which rustled and moved in the soft morning
breeze.
She wore a simple white tunic, as she hadn't dressed for later. Her heartbeat picked up as she thought of what would
happen later. She would marry Frodo, the love of her somewhat short life.
A small smile crossed her lips, as she envisioned herself and Frodo, and the other three hobbits, back at their home, the
Shire. Laughing and carefree, running among the tall, wild grass. It was a lovely vision, but the smile faded as she realized
that she knew she would never go home with Frodo. She would never leave Mordor again, after this journey.
And Gandalf knew it.
As much as she tried to hide it, and ignore it, she had always known that he had been aware of that fact. Elrond did not
know, but she had seen that sad light in Gandalf's eyes, and had known the elderly wizard knew more than he
portrayed to her. He had been the only one to know her true fate, and his presence had been such solace to her, for in
his presence she didn't have to hide what she was. He already knew it. Whenever he spoke to her, he was trying to get
her to admit her own fear of herself.
She did fear herself, and what she would do to the ones she loved if she was ever turned. She had seen horrible images
of herself in her own dreams, killing and maiming, burning villages, and unleashing her own terrible powers.
She hugged her long, thin arms about herself, and shuddered. She would never do any of that. She would sooner die
than serve the dark Lord.
She turned her thoughts from Sauron to Frodo. It was his day today, and she wouldn't spoil it by thinking of her
inevitable future.
She loved him so much. It was more than a mere need for him, she knew that much. She needed him, yes. She
wanted him, yes. She loved him, yes. She needed him like she needed air. There was no life without him. He was the
keeper of her heart and soul. Without him she was just a heartless, soulless shell.
But did he need her that much? She needed to know, but how could she ask such a question? She was starting to shake
like she was ready to break apart, shatter into a million pieces. He needed her, she knew that much, but did he love her?
How could she ask? If his answer was no, what would she do? She would still protect him, how could she not...
"Azura?"
She was broken from her reverie, pulled from her thoughts, and she slowly looked back over her shoulder at Frodo.
Her eyes were blank, hiding her raging thoughts, the worry, the fear. It was still there. "Yes?" She asked, her voice soft,
her strength lost in her fear.
He smiled, and moved to sit by her side, but hesitated when he looked out the window, growing rather fearful. He
swallowed it, and sat on the window sill, letting his legs dangle over the side, but he clung to the sill beneath him tightly.
He smiled at her, hiding away his fear, and said, "Good morning." He leaned over, and kissed her cheek softly.
Azura couldn't help but smile, and a blush crept up on her cheeks. She lifted a hand, and meshed his dark curls, and he
grinned at her. She grinned, and put her hand down, and looked down at her toes, trying to ignore her pressing questions
in mind. She wiggled them, and giggled when Frodo moved his own foot over, and tickled the bottom of her foot with the
soft, downy hair on his.
Azura giggled loudly, and it rang out below them, and a few Elves stopped their work, and looked up at them, smiling,
and waving. She snaked her hands over his side, and tickled him.
He gave a start, and clung to her, fearful he would fall. She steadied him, and he smiled, and said, "Thanks."
"I wouldn't let you fall." Azura replied, smiling sweetly.
Frodo grinned, as he leaned to her, and kissed her softly on her lips, just briefly, and pulled back, to see her smile. She
did smile, and shyly blushed. He found it very sweet.
Azura brushed a few stray locks of gold behind her ear, and smiled at Frodo. Staring into his smiling gaze, she still couldn't
help but feel the uncertainty still. Frodo caught her look, and he asked, "What is troubling you?"
Azura looked back down to her feet, and the smile left her lips. Could she tell him? Would he want to know? She couldn't
tell him. If she did, then he would not destroy the ring, and that could mean one day it could turn him into something he was
not, or Sauron would retrieve it again, and for Middle Earth's sake, she could not let it happen. She looked up at him, and
blurted out, "Do you love me?"
"You doubt it?" Frodo asked, convincingly surprised. His eyes searched hers', wondering why she doubted the love he had
for her. Whenever he looked at her, he felt an intense flare of emotion and love. How could she doubt that?
Azura looked at him, solemn, and leaned to her side, and rested against him, and sighed heavily, as if a great burden was
lifted from her, whilst another was laid upon her.
Frodo wished very much to know what troubled her, but he couldn't ask. Could he? But the silence overtook them, and
they sat just like that, staring out at Lorien together.
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The silvery fabric slid over her own skin, as she slipped the dress over her head, and pulled it down. It was so soft, and
silky, and the skirt flowed out in beautiful, wispy layers, that flowed about her long legs. Azura smiled as she did a quick
spin, childish, yes, but she loved watching the layers float around her.
She stopped, and bent to retrieve the other things Galadriel had made for her. One item was a veil, that was so thin and
wispy, it was almost like spider's web, and it hung down in front of her face as she fastened it into her pinned-back hair.
She then slipped the second item on, a pair of embroidered silver gloves, that snaked up to her elbows, with embroidery
of golden ivy, twisting, curving up the glove's length.
This was it. She was truly going through with this. Azura wondered if it was possible to be so happy, and so sad, all at
once. She turned, and stared at her own image in a polished, silver mirror. In whole, she seemed to be positively glowing
with happiness. Except her eyes. The simmered with conflicting thoughts. Even Frodo noticed when she was thinking so
much, or was worried, by her eyes.
Azura closed her eyes, and sighed softly, murmuring, "Calm down, Azura..."
A soft knocking came from the door of her room, and she went to open it. When she pulled it open, there stood Pippin
and Merry, both wearing beautifully made tunics.
Pippin's was of a silvery-grey, like a Mallorn's bark, with scarlet dress shirt sleeves covering his arms, and black slacks.
As usual, he was barefoot, as how it was with hobbits. She couldn't remember how many times he had asked her why she
wore shoes. Merry wore similar clothing, but his favored a deep blue.
"Azura, you look beautiful!" Merry cried, looking her dress over.
Azura blushed, and bowed her head briefly, and replied, "You're making me blush, you silly hobbit."
Merry chuckled, and kissed Azura's cheek, and added, "I would not be surprised if Frodo's eyes fell out when he sees you."
Pippin chuckled loudly next to Merry, and when Merry moved, he embraced Azura, and kissed her cheek, bubbling with
excitement. Weddings were so merry and fun, and he said, "This is it! I knew you and Frodo were meant to be, when I first
saw you two laughing together, up in that tree. That day we found you, and all."
"Oh, did you?" Azura asked, and kissed his cheek, and then ruffled his hair mercilessly.
"Are you ready?" Pippin asked, and added, "We were sent to bring you to the alter."
Azura nervously shifted from one foot to the other, and asked, "Is everyone already there?"
Pippin nodded, and then he pulled something from the side of his tunic, and sheepishly said "I made this for you... to wear."
He handed her a small bracelet, woven of ivy and wildflowers. It was absolutely beautiful. Azura took it, and gasped,
and cried, "It's so pretty! Thank you, Pippin." With that, she kissed his cheek again, and then slipped it unto her slim wrist,
and smiled.
Merry held out his hand, and said, "Let's go." He smiled when Azura took it, and Pippin retrieved her other hand, and
they walked together to join the others at the alter.
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Frodo shifted from one foot to the other, watching the elves sitting upon seats, and standing next to trees, and a few were
playing beautiful music, and a few were singing, in their fair language.
Frodo smoothed his hands down the front of the suit that had been made for him. It was a deep black, and the front
was open, showing the white dress shirt beneath it. The legs had been made slightly longer than he would have liked,
and they hung loosely about his ankles, and it annoyed him. It didn't matter though, his mind was otherwise occupied.
Galadriel stood near him, at the head of the alter. As she often was, she was clad in flowing white, and he blonde hair fell
loosely about her shoulders.
Galadriel was a fair and beautiful sight, but to him, she somehow paled in comparison with Azura. To him, Azura was greater,
and more beautiful than anything, and so ethereal, like the stars that hung in the endless night.
Sam stood by his side, as loyal as ever, and Faile sat proudly upon his shoulder. Frodo smiled. That bird was so loyal to
Sam, if not more than Azura, even though she nipped him ever so often. At the moment, though, Faile seemed to be satisfied
with preening, and nibbling at her own breast feathers.
On Frodo's side, stood Aragorn, wearing a cleaner version of his own journeying clothes, but in it's own, was honorable.
Beside him stood Legolas, clad in white, looking fair, as all elves do. And next to Legolas stood Gimli, stout and brave,
and dignified in his dark tunic.
Legolas smiled at Frodo, and murmured, "Many blessings, my small friend."
"Indeed." Echoed Aragorn, who smiled grandly down at Frodo. There seemed a bit of envy in his tone, but he hid it well,
and continued, "It is a grand honor to win the love of your life, and her hand in union, at that."
"Yes, well said, Aragorn." Gimli added, smiling through his bushy beard.
Frodo smiled back, and replied, "Thank you, my friends."
Frodo fumbled for his pocket, inside his jacket, and pulled out a ring that he had asked an elf to make for him. He stared
down at it. It was simple, but beautiful. Around it, ran carvings of ivy, and on the top, sat two, small, beautiful, shimmering
stones; a diamond, and a blood-red ruby. The ivy carvings curved around them, and mad it appear as if they were flowers
upon the ivy. Frodo smiled to himself, because soon, he would slip it upon Azura's finger, and they would be wed.
Suddenly, forewarning memories reminded him of what he was set out to do. He was going to Mordor, to destroy the
one ring, and it may kill him doing so. Could he do that to Azura? Marry her, and then leave her? But, would staying
with her, that would be selfish. He couldn't neglect his promise to Gandalf. He would see his journey through. He owed
that much to Gandalf, and to those who dwelled in Middle Earth.
Frodo shifted his thoughts back to this day, to this moment. If he would die in Mordor for the good of others, this day,
he was owed that much. This was his day.
With that, he spotted Merry and Pippin bringing Azura, arm in arm.
The Elves had spotted her first, and began to line up to stand along the walkway which led to the alter. They were
tossing flower petals up in the air as she passed them, and the singing was now chorused by all.
Frodo's eyes lingered on Azura only, as she slowly came up the long walkway, arm in arm with Pippin and Meriadoc.
She was absolutely breath taking, with her hair pulled back, showing off her beautiful, flawless face. With each step she
took, her dress sifted around her, moving and flowing like silk, silent in the breeze. A flowing veil hung down in front of
her face, and he smiled when he saw Pippin's childish token lingering on her wrist.
As Azura passed one young elf, who was about her height, as that elf was very young, she gave Azura a single white rose,
and giggled musically when Azura thanked and kissed her cheek.
Now she carried that rose, as she came to stand next to Frodo.
Pippin and Merry went and stood next to Sam, who remarkably, wasn't bawling like they had expected.
Frodo grinned, and drew himself up, and turned to face Galadriel, whom smiled upon them warmly, with a timeless grace.
"My children, today we will all witness a truly legendary union. For beneath Lorien's golden mallorn, the last union will be
made. Frodo Baggins, and the young Lady Azura a'Leoni, will be joined today." Galadriel said, speaking as the music
and singing died down, to hushed excitement.
Azura's hand slipped into Frodo's, and he smiled at her.
Galadriel held up her hand, and began to sing softly, in ancient elven, that even Frodo didn't understand. It was an old
song, of marriage, that was only sang at royal weddings, and to the elves, Azura was just that.
As Galadriel sang, a few of the older elves began to sing along, as they knew the words.
Azura listened to the song, as it continued on for a few minutes longer. Galadriel ended it, and smiled down at Azura.
She spoke in a clear, beautiful voice, and said, "The last of our ancient children stands before us, and stands to be united
with the bravest soul, who will dare to stand against the impossible, and bring peace to Middle Earth. No braver a two,
in all of Middle Earth. Let it be remembered in song and story, for all of time to come, of the union of Frodo, the
Ringbearer, and Azura, his Protector."
Sam's eyes grew teary, at how romantic it sounded, them being remembered in song. He idly stroked Faile, who
nipped gently at his fingers.
Galadriel gave a small nod to Frodo, and said, "Now you may say your vows of loyalty."
Frodo held Azura's hands in his, as he knelt before her, and stated the vows he had carefully written the night
before. "When you have nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, I'll always be here. Whenever you need help, I'll come
and rescue you. With each waking moment, I'll be by your side, always, until the end. You are my soul and heart. I know
you're lost, and I am too, but if you stay by my side, we'll find our way in life together. The story of us, our love, it's in the
stars, and it'll be there forever."
Sam had began to whimper softly, and brought his sleeve to his nose, trying to muffle his tears. It didn't take long for his
sleeve to get soaked.
Pippin and Merry were silent, unmoving, as they watched Frodo speak his vows to Azura.
Frodo continued, and said, "... Whenever you need me, I am here for you. As you have protected me, I will protect you.
You are the love of my life, the most wonderful friend one could ever ask for."
With that, he straightened, and smiled at Azura, a small blush upon his cheeks.
Azura kneeled, carefully moving her dress so she didn't soil it, and continued to hold Frodo's hand, and spoke clearly,
"In all of my life, I have never met one who knew me so well, and was able to connect with. I am eternally thankful that
our lives have crossed, and I will always be there to protect you, and love you."
Sam blubbered louder, completely covering his face with his arm, and Faile, annoyed of the sound he was making, took
off into the trees for a more suitable place to land.
Pippin and Merry grinned nervously at the elves, as Azura spoke, and moved to pat Sam's back, and quietly tell him
not to make too much of a scene, which didn't seem to help at all.
".... and I love you, for all of time. For even when the stars fade, I will love you still." Azura said, and stood, blushing
brightly, and smiling at him.
Galadriel smiled, and she motioned for Frodo to hold up the ring he was to offer Azura, and Galadriel spoke,
"Azura, daughter of Breynna a'Leoni, great-daughter of Aelendria, daughter-heir of the West, do you accept Frodo
Baggins, son of the East, born of the Shire, in this union beneath the mallorn?"
Frodo looked to Azura, and watched the soft smile on her lips, as she replied, "... I.. do."
Frodo grinned, as she raised her hand, and he slipped the small ring upon her finger.
Galadriel smiled, and raised her eyes to look out to the elves, and spoke loudly, "Let it be known, that on this day,
that the Ringbearer Frodo Baggins was joined in marriage to the daughter-heir of the West, the Lady Azura a'Leoni,
who now will be known as Azura Baggins."
Frodo leaned forward, lifted her veil over her head, and he and Azura kissed, as cheers erupted from the elves, and their
companions.
Sam began to sob even louder, as he cried, "Hooray!"
The music began again, and this time, the elves began to play music more suited for hobbits, as Pippin and Merry had
taught them a few tunes from the Shire.
When Frodo and Azura pulled apart, Pippin, and Merry flew forward, and grab a hold of Frodo and Azura, and
began pulling them in circles, their arms entwined, as they spun around and around, to the music.
Azura laughed loudly, as Merry spun her around and around, dancing with the music. Then they switched, and Pippin
had her arm, and they spun, around and around, and finally, she danced with Frodo.
When she felt as if she could not be any dizzier, she went and sat with Sam, and hugged him, and let him bawl into her
shoulder. She patted his shoulder, and laughed, and said, "Sam, my wonderful friend, please do no cry. For if you do,
I will have to too. And it is such a merry day, is it not?"
Sam sniffled, and replied, "Indeed. It is a grand day, for none is finer when your two great friends come together like this.
I shall remember this day! For it will be celebrated and talked about in the Shire, I will see to it!"
"You are sweet, Sam. I will be happy to sing, and cry at your wedding." Azura said, and kissed his cheek.
With that, she stood and raised her hand, and made a shrill whistle. Faile came screeching out of a mallorn tree, and
carefully landed on Azura's arm. Faile talons gripped her arm tightly, but Faile paid heed not to harm Azura.
Azura cooed, and pet her bird, and then set her free again, and began to walk over to Aragorn, who bent, and embraced her.
"Congratulations, Azura." He murmured into her ear, and pulled back, smiling.
"Thank you, Strider, my friend." Azura replied, and she touch his stubbly cheek, and said, "I look forward to attending
you and Arwen's union, for it will happen. I know that it will."
Aragorn smiled at her sweet words, and stood, and bowed his head, and said, "Enjoy your day, for it is your day, Azura."
Azura grinned, and she felt something tug at her ear, and she whirled, and Pippin grinned at her childishly.
She ruffled his hair, and cried, "Silly hobbit!"
He laughed, and took her hand, and they ran through the crowds of elves, to the other hobbits, and the five of them
sat together, friends in their company, and two forever joined in love and union, beneath the mallorn.
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The days had passed again, like the wind, and a night had come, unlike any night Azura had known. She wasn't sure
how it had started, but it seemed to never end. Passion. Love. Azura had never known it like she had found it in Frodo,
this night together with him.
She was a woman now, no longer a child. Well, inevitably a child in some ways, and in others, she wasn't.
She was laying next to him, curled against him. His skin was so warm, warmer than anything, and so soft. Her fingertips
gently explored the flat of his palm, trailing up to his elbow, counting his ribs.
Frodo watched Azura, smiling softly. She knew it too, for she had a small smile. Frodo's lips twitched when Azura ran a
finger over his bottom rib. Ticklish. It felt so right, this was exactly how it meant to be from the beginning.
He was still so thin from traveling, leaner than when she first had met him. Azura smiled, and murmured, "Say it."
His eyes sparkled, as he knew what she meant. His smile faded a little, and she fingered his rib again, making the smile return.
She loved his smile. She wished it would always remain. She loved seeing him happy. She loved him, all of him.
Frodo blinked slowly, staring down at Azura, and then he rolled onto his side, to face her, and reached for her. He kissed
her jaw gently, then her neck, and her jaw again, near her ear.
"I love you." He whispered warmly into her skin, and Azura shivered.
Azura sighed happily, and settled into Frodo, content beyond anything just to lay there with him. But it would not last,
as tomorrow they would be off again, off to Mordor. This night, though, she had this night. And she had her memories, and
that was enough for Azura, because she was humble, and she wasn't greedy. No, she was happy to follow him to her own
death.
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Just in time for Thanksgiving. My apologies to all those who have been waking so long for this chapter,
I didn't mean to take so long, I wanted it to come out perfectly. I hope you all like how it came out, and as
always feedback is WELCOME wamrly, and gleefully. **grins**
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Chapter 20
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The months drifted by on the pleasant breeze, and winter soon faded into the spring, bring with it, the blossoms,
and the spring showers, which was indeed welcome by all. Blossom petals floated freely on the warm breezes,
and there was no lack of merriment and care-free notions throughout Lorien.
Sam smiled as he looked at the tall, slender elves working to set up decorations, and lacy trimmings everywhere. They
had selected a beautiful grove, where a circle of mallorn grew, tall and pale, and crowned with golden leaves.
They were setting large, beautiful vases around, that were filled with colorful flowers. Many elves were already playing
music on instruments, and dancing as they prepared for the wedding union of Azura and Frodo.
Pippin sat on the shoulders of a tall elf, as he reached upward and set the string of a lamps over a branch, and let the
lamps hang off. Pippin laughed as the elf moved to another tree, and they set another, and more after that.
Merry was helping other elves set beautiful plates and silverware, and glasses at a long banquet table. The table was
adorned with natural growing ivy, which was tangled across it like a natural table cloth. Small, white flowers grew on
the vines, beautiful and small.
Frodo stood by Sam's side as they watched the preparations. They had been watching for hours, as golden Mallorn
leaves drifted in the wind, teasing and dancing across the grove.
Boromir and Aragorn helped with decorating a beautiful stone alter at the far end of the grove, which looked more like
a gazebo, in a way. It was tall, and the roof was slanted and came to a sharp point. Up the sides and across the roof,
ivy grew, with long, blue, bell shaped flowers that hung off. In the front, it was open, like a high-arced doorway, and the
walls were open, there were no barriers on any side, save for the criss-cross pattern of stonework that ran around it,
skipping the doorway. Aragorn and Boromir were setting candle stands around the alter, and other elves set candles
upon them.
Sam turned, and smiled grandly at Frodo, and said, "I'm honored to be one of your best men. I am proud to be attending
your wedding, and.. I'm.. just so happy for you!"
Before Sam could start to blubber, Frodo set both his hands firmly on the man's shoulder's, and smiled, and replied,
"Thank you, Sam, my friend."
Sam nodded, smiling, and his eyes growing teary-eyed. This was truly a love that stories and songs talked about. This
was something that was meant to be. Sam smiled as he watched Frodo move to talk with Pippin and Merry.
A squawk came from above him, and as he turned, Faile fluttered down from a branch in a tree, and landed rather noisily
on his shoulder. Sam laughed, and rubbed his index finger under her beak. She nipped at him lovingly, and blinked a few
times, and cooed.
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Azura felt trapped. She loved him so much, and she had to help him. She had to keep him safe, and all of Middle
Earth from what she would become if Sauron got the ring back. She could not let him know of the monster that
lurked inside her, aching to be released, screaming for blood.
She stared out at Lothlorien before her, outside the large open window, with her legs dangling over the ledge. The
wind was blowing softly, sifting her hair across her face, and her palms were flat on the smooth wooden window sill
beneath her.
She could see a few elves moving around, far beneath her. Most were children, and were playing, and dancing in the
sunlight. Ahead of her, she could see a sea of golden and green leaves, which rustled and moved in the soft morning
breeze.
She wore a simple white tunic, as she hadn't dressed for later. Her heartbeat picked up as she thought of what would
happen later. She would marry Frodo, the love of her somewhat short life.
A small smile crossed her lips, as she envisioned herself and Frodo, and the other three hobbits, back at their home, the
Shire. Laughing and carefree, running among the tall, wild grass. It was a lovely vision, but the smile faded as she realized
that she knew she would never go home with Frodo. She would never leave Mordor again, after this journey.
And Gandalf knew it.
As much as she tried to hide it, and ignore it, she had always known that he had been aware of that fact. Elrond did not
know, but she had seen that sad light in Gandalf's eyes, and had known the elderly wizard knew more than he
portrayed to her. He had been the only one to know her true fate, and his presence had been such solace to her, for in
his presence she didn't have to hide what she was. He already knew it. Whenever he spoke to her, he was trying to get
her to admit her own fear of herself.
She did fear herself, and what she would do to the ones she loved if she was ever turned. She had seen horrible images
of herself in her own dreams, killing and maiming, burning villages, and unleashing her own terrible powers.
She hugged her long, thin arms about herself, and shuddered. She would never do any of that. She would sooner die
than serve the dark Lord.
She turned her thoughts from Sauron to Frodo. It was his day today, and she wouldn't spoil it by thinking of her
inevitable future.
She loved him so much. It was more than a mere need for him, she knew that much. She needed him, yes. She
wanted him, yes. She loved him, yes. She needed him like she needed air. There was no life without him. He was the
keeper of her heart and soul. Without him she was just a heartless, soulless shell.
But did he need her that much? She needed to know, but how could she ask such a question? She was starting to shake
like she was ready to break apart, shatter into a million pieces. He needed her, she knew that much, but did he love her?
How could she ask? If his answer was no, what would she do? She would still protect him, how could she not...
"Azura?"
She was broken from her reverie, pulled from her thoughts, and she slowly looked back over her shoulder at Frodo.
Her eyes were blank, hiding her raging thoughts, the worry, the fear. It was still there. "Yes?" She asked, her voice soft,
her strength lost in her fear.
He smiled, and moved to sit by her side, but hesitated when he looked out the window, growing rather fearful. He
swallowed it, and sat on the window sill, letting his legs dangle over the side, but he clung to the sill beneath him tightly.
He smiled at her, hiding away his fear, and said, "Good morning." He leaned over, and kissed her cheek softly.
Azura couldn't help but smile, and a blush crept up on her cheeks. She lifted a hand, and meshed his dark curls, and he
grinned at her. She grinned, and put her hand down, and looked down at her toes, trying to ignore her pressing questions
in mind. She wiggled them, and giggled when Frodo moved his own foot over, and tickled the bottom of her foot with the
soft, downy hair on his.
Azura giggled loudly, and it rang out below them, and a few Elves stopped their work, and looked up at them, smiling,
and waving. She snaked her hands over his side, and tickled him.
He gave a start, and clung to her, fearful he would fall. She steadied him, and he smiled, and said, "Thanks."
"I wouldn't let you fall." Azura replied, smiling sweetly.
Frodo grinned, as he leaned to her, and kissed her softly on her lips, just briefly, and pulled back, to see her smile. She
did smile, and shyly blushed. He found it very sweet.
Azura brushed a few stray locks of gold behind her ear, and smiled at Frodo. Staring into his smiling gaze, she still couldn't
help but feel the uncertainty still. Frodo caught her look, and he asked, "What is troubling you?"
Azura looked back down to her feet, and the smile left her lips. Could she tell him? Would he want to know? She couldn't
tell him. If she did, then he would not destroy the ring, and that could mean one day it could turn him into something he was
not, or Sauron would retrieve it again, and for Middle Earth's sake, she could not let it happen. She looked up at him, and
blurted out, "Do you love me?"
"You doubt it?" Frodo asked, convincingly surprised. His eyes searched hers', wondering why she doubted the love he had
for her. Whenever he looked at her, he felt an intense flare of emotion and love. How could she doubt that?
Azura looked at him, solemn, and leaned to her side, and rested against him, and sighed heavily, as if a great burden was
lifted from her, whilst another was laid upon her.
Frodo wished very much to know what troubled her, but he couldn't ask. Could he? But the silence overtook them, and
they sat just like that, staring out at Lorien together.
---
The silvery fabric slid over her own skin, as she slipped the dress over her head, and pulled it down. It was so soft, and
silky, and the skirt flowed out in beautiful, wispy layers, that flowed about her long legs. Azura smiled as she did a quick
spin, childish, yes, but she loved watching the layers float around her.
She stopped, and bent to retrieve the other things Galadriel had made for her. One item was a veil, that was so thin and
wispy, it was almost like spider's web, and it hung down in front of her face as she fastened it into her pinned-back hair.
She then slipped the second item on, a pair of embroidered silver gloves, that snaked up to her elbows, with embroidery
of golden ivy, twisting, curving up the glove's length.
This was it. She was truly going through with this. Azura wondered if it was possible to be so happy, and so sad, all at
once. She turned, and stared at her own image in a polished, silver mirror. In whole, she seemed to be positively glowing
with happiness. Except her eyes. The simmered with conflicting thoughts. Even Frodo noticed when she was thinking so
much, or was worried, by her eyes.
Azura closed her eyes, and sighed softly, murmuring, "Calm down, Azura..."
A soft knocking came from the door of her room, and she went to open it. When she pulled it open, there stood Pippin
and Merry, both wearing beautifully made tunics.
Pippin's was of a silvery-grey, like a Mallorn's bark, with scarlet dress shirt sleeves covering his arms, and black slacks.
As usual, he was barefoot, as how it was with hobbits. She couldn't remember how many times he had asked her why she
wore shoes. Merry wore similar clothing, but his favored a deep blue.
"Azura, you look beautiful!" Merry cried, looking her dress over.
Azura blushed, and bowed her head briefly, and replied, "You're making me blush, you silly hobbit."
Merry chuckled, and kissed Azura's cheek, and added, "I would not be surprised if Frodo's eyes fell out when he sees you."
Pippin chuckled loudly next to Merry, and when Merry moved, he embraced Azura, and kissed her cheek, bubbling with
excitement. Weddings were so merry and fun, and he said, "This is it! I knew you and Frodo were meant to be, when I first
saw you two laughing together, up in that tree. That day we found you, and all."
"Oh, did you?" Azura asked, and kissed his cheek, and then ruffled his hair mercilessly.
"Are you ready?" Pippin asked, and added, "We were sent to bring you to the alter."
Azura nervously shifted from one foot to the other, and asked, "Is everyone already there?"
Pippin nodded, and then he pulled something from the side of his tunic, and sheepishly said "I made this for you... to wear."
He handed her a small bracelet, woven of ivy and wildflowers. It was absolutely beautiful. Azura took it, and gasped,
and cried, "It's so pretty! Thank you, Pippin." With that, she kissed his cheek again, and then slipped it unto her slim wrist,
and smiled.
Merry held out his hand, and said, "Let's go." He smiled when Azura took it, and Pippin retrieved her other hand, and
they walked together to join the others at the alter.
---
Frodo shifted from one foot to the other, watching the elves sitting upon seats, and standing next to trees, and a few were
playing beautiful music, and a few were singing, in their fair language.
Frodo smoothed his hands down the front of the suit that had been made for him. It was a deep black, and the front
was open, showing the white dress shirt beneath it. The legs had been made slightly longer than he would have liked,
and they hung loosely about his ankles, and it annoyed him. It didn't matter though, his mind was otherwise occupied.
Galadriel stood near him, at the head of the alter. As she often was, she was clad in flowing white, and he blonde hair fell
loosely about her shoulders.
Galadriel was a fair and beautiful sight, but to him, she somehow paled in comparison with Azura. To him, Azura was greater,
and more beautiful than anything, and so ethereal, like the stars that hung in the endless night.
Sam stood by his side, as loyal as ever, and Faile sat proudly upon his shoulder. Frodo smiled. That bird was so loyal to
Sam, if not more than Azura, even though she nipped him ever so often. At the moment, though, Faile seemed to be satisfied
with preening, and nibbling at her own breast feathers.
On Frodo's side, stood Aragorn, wearing a cleaner version of his own journeying clothes, but in it's own, was honorable.
Beside him stood Legolas, clad in white, looking fair, as all elves do. And next to Legolas stood Gimli, stout and brave,
and dignified in his dark tunic.
Legolas smiled at Frodo, and murmured, "Many blessings, my small friend."
"Indeed." Echoed Aragorn, who smiled grandly down at Frodo. There seemed a bit of envy in his tone, but he hid it well,
and continued, "It is a grand honor to win the love of your life, and her hand in union, at that."
"Yes, well said, Aragorn." Gimli added, smiling through his bushy beard.
Frodo smiled back, and replied, "Thank you, my friends."
Frodo fumbled for his pocket, inside his jacket, and pulled out a ring that he had asked an elf to make for him. He stared
down at it. It was simple, but beautiful. Around it, ran carvings of ivy, and on the top, sat two, small, beautiful, shimmering
stones; a diamond, and a blood-red ruby. The ivy carvings curved around them, and mad it appear as if they were flowers
upon the ivy. Frodo smiled to himself, because soon, he would slip it upon Azura's finger, and they would be wed.
Suddenly, forewarning memories reminded him of what he was set out to do. He was going to Mordor, to destroy the
one ring, and it may kill him doing so. Could he do that to Azura? Marry her, and then leave her? But, would staying
with her, that would be selfish. He couldn't neglect his promise to Gandalf. He would see his journey through. He owed
that much to Gandalf, and to those who dwelled in Middle Earth.
Frodo shifted his thoughts back to this day, to this moment. If he would die in Mordor for the good of others, this day,
he was owed that much. This was his day.
With that, he spotted Merry and Pippin bringing Azura, arm in arm.
The Elves had spotted her first, and began to line up to stand along the walkway which led to the alter. They were
tossing flower petals up in the air as she passed them, and the singing was now chorused by all.
Frodo's eyes lingered on Azura only, as she slowly came up the long walkway, arm in arm with Pippin and Meriadoc.
She was absolutely breath taking, with her hair pulled back, showing off her beautiful, flawless face. With each step she
took, her dress sifted around her, moving and flowing like silk, silent in the breeze. A flowing veil hung down in front of
her face, and he smiled when he saw Pippin's childish token lingering on her wrist.
As Azura passed one young elf, who was about her height, as that elf was very young, she gave Azura a single white rose,
and giggled musically when Azura thanked and kissed her cheek.
Now she carried that rose, as she came to stand next to Frodo.
Pippin and Merry went and stood next to Sam, who remarkably, wasn't bawling like they had expected.
Frodo grinned, and drew himself up, and turned to face Galadriel, whom smiled upon them warmly, with a timeless grace.
"My children, today we will all witness a truly legendary union. For beneath Lorien's golden mallorn, the last union will be
made. Frodo Baggins, and the young Lady Azura a'Leoni, will be joined today." Galadriel said, speaking as the music
and singing died down, to hushed excitement.
Azura's hand slipped into Frodo's, and he smiled at her.
Galadriel held up her hand, and began to sing softly, in ancient elven, that even Frodo didn't understand. It was an old
song, of marriage, that was only sang at royal weddings, and to the elves, Azura was just that.
As Galadriel sang, a few of the older elves began to sing along, as they knew the words.
Azura listened to the song, as it continued on for a few minutes longer. Galadriel ended it, and smiled down at Azura.
She spoke in a clear, beautiful voice, and said, "The last of our ancient children stands before us, and stands to be united
with the bravest soul, who will dare to stand against the impossible, and bring peace to Middle Earth. No braver a two,
in all of Middle Earth. Let it be remembered in song and story, for all of time to come, of the union of Frodo, the
Ringbearer, and Azura, his Protector."
Sam's eyes grew teary, at how romantic it sounded, them being remembered in song. He idly stroked Faile, who
nipped gently at his fingers.
Galadriel gave a small nod to Frodo, and said, "Now you may say your vows of loyalty."
Frodo held Azura's hands in his, as he knelt before her, and stated the vows he had carefully written the night
before. "When you have nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, I'll always be here. Whenever you need help, I'll come
and rescue you. With each waking moment, I'll be by your side, always, until the end. You are my soul and heart. I know
you're lost, and I am too, but if you stay by my side, we'll find our way in life together. The story of us, our love, it's in the
stars, and it'll be there forever."
Sam had began to whimper softly, and brought his sleeve to his nose, trying to muffle his tears. It didn't take long for his
sleeve to get soaked.
Pippin and Merry were silent, unmoving, as they watched Frodo speak his vows to Azura.
Frodo continued, and said, "... Whenever you need me, I am here for you. As you have protected me, I will protect you.
You are the love of my life, the most wonderful friend one could ever ask for."
With that, he straightened, and smiled at Azura, a small blush upon his cheeks.
Azura kneeled, carefully moving her dress so she didn't soil it, and continued to hold Frodo's hand, and spoke clearly,
"In all of my life, I have never met one who knew me so well, and was able to connect with. I am eternally thankful that
our lives have crossed, and I will always be there to protect you, and love you."
Sam blubbered louder, completely covering his face with his arm, and Faile, annoyed of the sound he was making, took
off into the trees for a more suitable place to land.
Pippin and Merry grinned nervously at the elves, as Azura spoke, and moved to pat Sam's back, and quietly tell him
not to make too much of a scene, which didn't seem to help at all.
".... and I love you, for all of time. For even when the stars fade, I will love you still." Azura said, and stood, blushing
brightly, and smiling at him.
Galadriel smiled, and she motioned for Frodo to hold up the ring he was to offer Azura, and Galadriel spoke,
"Azura, daughter of Breynna a'Leoni, great-daughter of Aelendria, daughter-heir of the West, do you accept Frodo
Baggins, son of the East, born of the Shire, in this union beneath the mallorn?"
Frodo looked to Azura, and watched the soft smile on her lips, as she replied, "... I.. do."
Frodo grinned, as she raised her hand, and he slipped the small ring upon her finger.
Galadriel smiled, and raised her eyes to look out to the elves, and spoke loudly, "Let it be known, that on this day,
that the Ringbearer Frodo Baggins was joined in marriage to the daughter-heir of the West, the Lady Azura a'Leoni,
who now will be known as Azura Baggins."
Frodo leaned forward, lifted her veil over her head, and he and Azura kissed, as cheers erupted from the elves, and their
companions.
Sam began to sob even louder, as he cried, "Hooray!"
The music began again, and this time, the elves began to play music more suited for hobbits, as Pippin and Merry had
taught them a few tunes from the Shire.
When Frodo and Azura pulled apart, Pippin, and Merry flew forward, and grab a hold of Frodo and Azura, and
began pulling them in circles, their arms entwined, as they spun around and around, to the music.
Azura laughed loudly, as Merry spun her around and around, dancing with the music. Then they switched, and Pippin
had her arm, and they spun, around and around, and finally, she danced with Frodo.
When she felt as if she could not be any dizzier, she went and sat with Sam, and hugged him, and let him bawl into her
shoulder. She patted his shoulder, and laughed, and said, "Sam, my wonderful friend, please do no cry. For if you do,
I will have to too. And it is such a merry day, is it not?"
Sam sniffled, and replied, "Indeed. It is a grand day, for none is finer when your two great friends come together like this.
I shall remember this day! For it will be celebrated and talked about in the Shire, I will see to it!"
"You are sweet, Sam. I will be happy to sing, and cry at your wedding." Azura said, and kissed his cheek.
With that, she stood and raised her hand, and made a shrill whistle. Faile came screeching out of a mallorn tree, and
carefully landed on Azura's arm. Faile talons gripped her arm tightly, but Faile paid heed not to harm Azura.
Azura cooed, and pet her bird, and then set her free again, and began to walk over to Aragorn, who bent, and embraced her.
"Congratulations, Azura." He murmured into her ear, and pulled back, smiling.
"Thank you, Strider, my friend." Azura replied, and she touch his stubbly cheek, and said, "I look forward to attending
you and Arwen's union, for it will happen. I know that it will."
Aragorn smiled at her sweet words, and stood, and bowed his head, and said, "Enjoy your day, for it is your day, Azura."
Azura grinned, and she felt something tug at her ear, and she whirled, and Pippin grinned at her childishly.
She ruffled his hair, and cried, "Silly hobbit!"
He laughed, and took her hand, and they ran through the crowds of elves, to the other hobbits, and the five of them
sat together, friends in their company, and two forever joined in love and union, beneath the mallorn.
---
The days had passed again, like the wind, and a night had come, unlike any night Azura had known. She wasn't sure
how it had started, but it seemed to never end. Passion. Love. Azura had never known it like she had found it in Frodo,
this night together with him.
She was a woman now, no longer a child. Well, inevitably a child in some ways, and in others, she wasn't.
She was laying next to him, curled against him. His skin was so warm, warmer than anything, and so soft. Her fingertips
gently explored the flat of his palm, trailing up to his elbow, counting his ribs.
Frodo watched Azura, smiling softly. She knew it too, for she had a small smile. Frodo's lips twitched when Azura ran a
finger over his bottom rib. Ticklish. It felt so right, this was exactly how it meant to be from the beginning.
He was still so thin from traveling, leaner than when she first had met him. Azura smiled, and murmured, "Say it."
His eyes sparkled, as he knew what she meant. His smile faded a little, and she fingered his rib again, making the smile return.
She loved his smile. She wished it would always remain. She loved seeing him happy. She loved him, all of him.
Frodo blinked slowly, staring down at Azura, and then he rolled onto his side, to face her, and reached for her. He kissed
her jaw gently, then her neck, and her jaw again, near her ear.
"I love you." He whispered warmly into her skin, and Azura shivered.
Azura sighed happily, and settled into Frodo, content beyond anything just to lay there with him. But it would not last,
as tomorrow they would be off again, off to Mordor. This night, though, she had this night. And she had her memories, and
that was enough for Azura, because she was humble, and she wasn't greedy. No, she was happy to follow him to her own
death.
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Just in time for Thanksgiving. My apologies to all those who have been waking so long for this chapter,
I didn't mean to take so long, I wanted it to come out perfectly. I hope you all like how it came out, and as
always feedback is WELCOME wamrly, and gleefully. **grins**
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