~*~* A/N: Yea.. lol. This didn't take very long at all for me to write! :-D This one's for my friend Pix.. I wish you many a Aragasm over this one! *~*~


Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was met with cheers and calls, for his arrival was greatly anticipated. The others were met with little more than suspicion and wonder, until the King Thranduil approached them, Veerle by his side. Father and Son embraced for a moment, and then broke apart. Veerle approached Boromir, a smile upon her face. Taking his hand, she turned back to her father.

"Father, this is Boromir. Boromir, this is my Father, King Thranduil." Boromir bowed low, and Thranduil, smiling, patted him on the back.

"So this is the young man who has stolen my daughter's heart."

"It is an honor, my Lord. With me are my father, Denethor, The Steward of Gondor, and my brother Farimir. Here is a Ranger, Strider, and the Blackthorne Loriana."

The King of Mirkwood gave them each a smile as they bowed to him.

"Anyira, Hadril, Plintir," he said, gesturing to three elves who stood beside him, "Please escort Boromir, Lord Denethor, Strider, Loriana, and Farimir to the guest chambers. Then, see that a feast is prepared. Tonight, we will eat and drink to the union of Gondor and Mirkwood."


The feast was lovely, and Veerle, Boromir, Legolas, Thranduil, Denethor, Loriana, Strider, and Farimir sat at a large and elaborate table. Thranduil and Denethor spoke of politics and the war in Gondor. Much to their pleasure, Thranduil promised three hundred troops to return with them to Minas Tirith. Veerle shared a smile with Boromir as wedding plans were discussed.

"Now all I need is for my youngest son to be married, and that will be all of them," said Thranduil, offering a wink. "Tell me, Legolas, did you meet anyone on this journey?"

Swallowing quickly, Legolas gave a glance to Loriana, then shook his head sadly. "Nae, Father. I met no one that I might marry."

Boromir and Veerle looked down sadly, Veerle shaking her head.


After the feast, Veerle and Boromir, hand in hand, walked throughout the forest of Mirkwood. They stole a kiss underneath a large tree, the moonlight dancing off their eyes and hair. With a smile, Veerle led Boromir to a small clearing, and lay down, gazing up at the stars. He lay as well, placing am arm protectively around her.

She watched him, noticed how the stars reflected in his eyes, how his hair shimmered and shined. She ran a hand down his smooth cheek, seeing how his face was much akin to that of an elf - free, void of any hair or blemish. He smiled and sighed, pulling her closer.

The wedding was to be tomorrow.


Strider smiled, walking in the forest. It reminded him very much of those he walked in near Rivendell, and it had been a long while since he had taken a moment to appreciate the beauty and green around him. He sat underneath a tree, and was about to start a song, when he heard a voice come from above him.

"Why, if I am not mistaken, you are the Ranger," came the sweet female voice from in the tree.

Strider smiled, glancing up. He saw a woman sitting above him, on a sturdy branch.

"Indeed, you may call me Strider."

"Ah, Strider then. Would you care to join me? Or can Rangers climb trees?" Her voice twinkled with laughter. He responded with a laugh, and, jumping to his feet, climbed to the place where the woman sat.

"You know my name, will you now share with me yours?"

"Malfriour," she said softly and with a smile. "I am a friend of Princess Veerle's." Strider smiled, and nodded.

"I see."

"So, tell me, what is a Ranger doing at the wedding of an elf and the Son of Gondor?"

"I am a friend of Boromir's, and of Legolas'."

"I see," she said with a smirk. Strider recalled Boromir's words, "If you ever get the chance to love an elf.."

"And you?" he asked with a flirtatious smile. "Are you married?"

"Nae," she responded, tucking a bit of shining hair behind a pointed ear.

"Neither am I," he said then, and, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"I am rather lonely, Lady Malfriour, and I would love your company."

The Elvish woman only smiled, her eyes unreadable.

"What would you say?" he asked.

"I would say nothing, and kiss me, if I were in your place," she retorted with a grin.

A grin on his own face, he leaned forward, his rough lips pressing against Malfriour's soft ones. She placed a hand on his leg, reciprocating the kiss. His tongue searched hers, their senses dancing as one. A soft moan escaping her lips vibrated against his, making him moan in return. Quickly, clothes were shed, cast to the ground. An elf who happened to be gazing in the direction of the tree was quite astonished by a green dress floating to the ground. Strider's and Malfriour's moans could be heard throughout much of the forest.


The next morning, Veerle awoke, anticipating the events of the day. She smiled as her handmaid brought in her dress, and inspected it. It had been a family heirloom, worn by her mother and her grandmother. It was of the softest silk, silver, light green, and gold. It was said that dreams were weaved into it, every seam full of love and hope.

A knock on the door, and Malfriour entered. "Oh, Veerle, today is the day you shall wed!" she exclaimed. Veerle smiled a wide smile, and nodded.

"Aye, indeed, but I must first share this secret with you. You must swear to tell no one."

"Of course! I also have a secret to share." Malfriour said, and sat beside her. "Now, what is your secret?"


Boromir readied himself in his chamber. He gulped, looking at his reflection. He wore the emblem of his city, and the uniform that his father had worn when he was wed.

"Just don't faint," he murmured to himself.


Veerle slipped into the dress, letting the soft fabric envelop her. She sat as Malfriour brushed her hair, a thoughtful glimmer in her eye.

"When will you tell him?" Veerle's friend asked, resulting in a sigh from Veerle.

"I know not. After the wedding, I suppose."

"You will tell him, won't you? He ought to have been the first to know.. It is his fault," she joked with a playful laugh.

"You're one to talk about irresponsible behavior, Malfriour!" exclaimed Veerle, a laugh escaping her lips as well.

"I am allowed irresponsibility every now and again," retorted Malfriour. "Regardless, let us go to the hall, for the wedding is to be at dusk."


With a smile, Thranduil greeted Elrond, who had arrived to aid in the ceremony. For the bonding of Elf and Man had long been anticipated, especially and Elven princess and the Son of the Steward of the White City. They were in an outdoor hall, and the trees themselves seemed to bow with excitement and hope. Veerle and Boromir approached the two Elf Kings, and all who were present sat. Loriana sat beside Strider, she in a green gown and he in elvish garb as well. Legolas, smiling, stood at the front, to bear witness and show his support, as did Malfriour. Denethor and Farimir sat with Thranduil's other sons and relations.

"Today is a beautiful day in Mirkwood," began Elrond, standing beside Thranduil in the very front. "For today we bear witness to the joining of two races, of two families, and of two kingdoms. The love of two has brought masses together, and this union is both beautiful and wondrous."

Veerle and Boromir faced one another, their hands over one another's hearts. Swallowing, Boromir willed himself not to faint.

"The two before us share a love stronger than any, and shall endure all, even death. With this ceremony, I bind you, my daughter Veerle to Boromir. Do you agree to this?" Thranduil continued.

"Yes, with all of my heart and the entirety of my soul," she responded gazing deep into Boromir's eyes.

"Boromir, son of Gondor, do you promise to protect and love Veerle of Mirkwood with your entire being, for all of eternity?" asked Elrond, glancing to the young man before him.

"Yes, with all of my heart and the entirety of my soul."

"Then," continued Thranduil and Elrond in unison, "With this marriage, Gondor and Mirkwood, like Veerle and Boromir, will be united and their fates bound." With a cheer, the crowd clamored, embracing those near them. Veerle and Boromir shared the sweetest of kisses, their hands still over one another's hearts.


~*~* A/N: Everyone's gettin' some ass but me! *grin* *~*~