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Chapter 11: Changing Fate

Aragorn woke the next morning to a pounding on his bedroom doors. One glance around the room showed Aragorn that this was not his bedroom and he remembered instantly the events of the night before. Legolas was nowhere in sight and Aragorn's clothes were folded neatly on the edge of the bed. The pounding continued.

"Aragorn!" Pippin hollered.

Aragorn hurriedly scrambled out of bed and hastily put on his clothes. He opened the door with one hand as his other hand swiftly buttoned his shirt. The hobbits and Gimli raced into the room. Aragorn jumped out of the way and looked, startled, at his friends.

"What's wrong?"

"The Elves are coming!" Pippin shouted. Aragorn slightly winced at Pippin's shrill scream. "They're coming through the front gates right now!"

"I would expect them to come through the front gates." Aragorn replied calmly. "Is that a reason to come barging into one's room? Where's Legolas?"

"He's out in front waiting to greet them." Frodo replied. "He told us we should probably wake you so that you can prepare for the wedding."

Aragorn winced at the reminder. He nodded curtly at Frodo. "Thank you, Frodo." He followed the others out into the hallway. It seemed that each step Aragorn took was a step closer to his doom. He almost laughed at himself. He considered it a doom to be wedding Lady Arwen when there were those who would give their lives to even share a word with her. As the group walked through the streets, people came out of their homes to watch the procession of Elves. Many in this city had never seen an Elf, not even Legolas for he had rarely come out of his room. The people also stared curiously at Aragorn, whispering amongst themselves the legends of this future king.

Finally, Aragorn and the others reached the front gates where Legolas already stood with Gandalf. Legolas glanced back and saw his friends and he stared at Aragorn a moment before turning back to the small parade of Elves that were approaching them rapidly. In that one glance, Aragorn read all of Legolas' current emotions. Fear, despair, grief. It had also been a warning to Aragorn not to betray any of their feelings towards one another when the Elves arrived. Aragorn complied with Legolas' silent request and stood far from the Elf. Both he and Legolas were silent as they continued to look out into the distance while the others babbled excitedly about the new future of Middle-Earth. As the procession neared, Aragorn's heart beat faster. He could now see clearly Arwen and her father as well as Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Bringing up the rear of the convoy were Elrohir and Elladan as well as a few other Elves from Rivendell and Lothlorien.

The Fellowship bowed deeply to the Elves as they came. The lords and Lady nodded at the greeting and smiled fondly at the group. Then Lady Galadriel turned her attention to Aragorn.

"Elessar, today is a great day for you." She said, smiling curiously at him. It was as though her smile had a hidden message.

Aragorn swallowed and smiled back with difficulty. "Aye, it is. I thank you for coming."

"Would we miss this day for anything?" Lord Elrond asked, grinning broadly. He looked fondly at his foster son and at his daughter. "Today is a great day for me as well."

Galadriel nodded. "Come, we must go and prepare for the wedding." She walked with Aragorn in the front of the procession. "Fate is not predetermined," she said softly as they ambled along. "You can change today if you so wish it."

"What do you mean, Lady?" Aragorn asked quietly.

"You have changed since you first embarked on your journey with the Fellowship." Galadriel replied. "Your emotions have experienced new turmoil and you know not what to do anymore. Now what you must decide is whether your heart or your culpability is more important to you now." Before Aragorn could inquire anymore, she turned and faced Arwen. "Come, Arwen, we must prepare you." She led Arwen and a small group of Elves away from the rest and down a corridor as they reached the palace.

Love will always find a solution for what seems impossible.

Aragorn whirled around to look at Galadriel but she had continued walking away.

"What is the matter, Estel?" Elrond asked when he noticed Aragorn's surprise.

"'Tis nothing, my Lord." Aragorn replied. He smiled softly as Faramir hurried towards them. "Faramir, could you lead the Elves to their rooms? I will go check on the preparations."

"Nonsense, Estel." Elrond said, holding up his hand. "I could not sit still while such an event is being organized. We shall help with the arrangements." He and the rest of the Elves hurried back outside and to the back of the castle where people were hurriedly bustling around, preparing for the grand event that would take place later that day. No chairs were being placed down for there was no set amount of people invited. Anyone and everyone were welcome to view the wedding of the future king of Gondor and his queen. Everyone would stand while the ceremony took place but a stage had been built so that Aragorn and Arwen would stand on a higher level than everyone else so that even the people in the back could view the spectacle.

The stage was majestic. It was carved in white marble and had been no small feat to build it in such short notice. Even so, the sculptors had done a fine job and it was a work of art. Four pillars stood above the floor of the stage and they were smooth except for the carvings of flowers at the bottom of each support and angels at the tops. Wreaths of white lilies adorned the pillars and a small tapestry had been placed above the stage. A pathway had been made to the stage with a white carpet that stretched out all the way around to the back. Along the sides of the carpet were marble stands. A big wreath of red and white roses ornamented the tops of each stand while strings of yellow roses wound themselves around the stands all the way down to the bottom.

"Aragorn, you must go and get your suit fitted." Faramir said as they all stood there, admiring the area. "The ceremony should start at noon and already it is two hours before then. Come, I shall take you to the dressing room." Faramir led Aragorn back into the castle and they hurried to the dressing room where three tailors sat awaiting them. The tailors stood up as they came in and rushed over to Aragorn with a white suit. They directed him to hurry and change so they could make any adjustments if there was need of any. Aragorn sighed and submissively entered a small section of the room that had been draped off with a blanket. Faramir chuckled at Aragorn's resignation. Soon, Aragorn came back out and the others admired him.

Aragorn looked slightly uncomfortable in the fancy clothes because he had never really had to wear such clothes. As a Ranger, he had spent his years in comfortable clothing suited for long days of swift traveling. These clothes were constricting. But to the eye, Aragorn had never looked more dignified. He stood tall and graceful in the elegant white suit. No one could deny his inheritance of the kingdom.

Faramir clapped in approval. "I don't believe any adjustments need to be made." He remarked appreciatively. The tailors nodded in agreement. Faramir clapped his hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "How do you feel, King Elessar?"

Aragorn continued fidgeting in his suit as he stared into the mirror. "I am not the king yet, Faramir." He replied softly. And now more than ever, he wished he did not have to be.

As the finishing touches were being put to Arwen's dress, Galadriel slipped out of the room. She entered the courtyard where the Fellowship was busily running around helping with the decorations. She went up to Legolas who was nimbly making wreaths of flowers and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up at her and stood up.

"Lady Galadriel!" he exclaimed. "Shouldn't you be helping Arwen?"

"She is almost done." Galadriel replied. "Come with me, Legolas. You must get dressed for the occasion also." She led Legolas into the castle and into a room where two Elven maidens were already waiting. She lifted a white silken shirt from a chair and gave it to Legolas. She also found a pair of matching pants and also handed them to him. When Legolas stood there, staring inquiringly at her, she simply smiled. "You do not expect to attend a wedding wearing your traveling clothes, do you?" Legolas grinned and quickly changed. When Legolas had slipped into the clothes, Galadriel proceeded to push him into a chair and she and the maidens unbraided his hair and began brushing it out. "There is much on your mind, dear cousin. What may your troubles be?"

"I have no reason to have any troubles on this glorious day." Legolas responded.

"Aye, you have no reason to have any troubles today." Galadriel agreed. "But you do. That much I can read in your eyes." She put her brush down and the maidens continued working on his hair while she went to face him. "For many years you have trained your face to betray no emotion. But your eyes tell it all. You are in pain, Legolas Greenleaf. But perhaps you have no need to be…" She trailed off mysteriously as the maidens finished braiding Legolas' hair. She smiled at the finished product.

"What do you mean, Lady?" Legolas asked, frowning questioningly as he stood up.

"Perhaps today's events shall not go as you expect." Galadriel replied.

Author's note: err, I was trying to picture Legolas in his lothlorien clothes cuz…he just looked HOTT wit those clothes… *yum*  muheehee I was gonna put FLOWERS in lego's hair but that's a little too much…next thing u know, he's prancing around in a frilly little dress sucking on a huge lollipop singing a Shirley temple song.