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*A/N: For clarification purposes, I wish to give the following translations in case I did not before: "Orenya" is "my spirit," "A vanima" is "o beautiful.(name)," "Tancave" is "Yes," and "melethron" is yet another word for "my beloved."
Time seemed to fly very quickly once Thranduil had given his consent for our union. I felt as if a great weight had been lifted off my chest and breath was easier to draw. Of course, there lay the imposing questions of when and where would our ceremony take place. Thranduil asked only to have an opinion in the matters and in the end remained very passive. He was no longer cold and unforgiving; in fact, he made a substantial effort to atone for his previous behavior, as well as get to know who I was. I sensed that a part of him was still reluctant to allow this union, yet I also believed my inevitable death could also be a comfort to him; I, unlike his son, would not be around forever.
After much debate, Legolas and I decided to have our wedding in Rivendell, seeing as how it was the place we first met. Thranduil agreed, though grudgingly at first, stating as how his kingdom was perfectly suitable, yet in the end agreeing that Rivendell was logical. We selected the end of September for the time, and promptly messengers were sent out to the corners of Middle Earth to spread the invitations. The messengers went to the Shire, Gondor, Rivendell, and Lothlorien. That left us very little time to actually get our affairs in order, but fortunately we were not without help.
Ithiel was gracious enough to assist in ideas as well as preparations. She had been tearful when we had told her Thranduil had given his consent, and had promptly insisted on offering her aid in whatever matters needed care. She offered her opinions on décor, as well as my gown and accessories.
I had never seen such contentment in Legolas before. While he offered his opinions and desires on the details, for the most part he was satisfied in allowing his father and his servants to plan everything. His eyes carried a light unlike anything I had seen before, and I knew it reflected in my own. We journeyed to Rivendell and were welcomed by Lord Elrond. The Elf Lord was most pleased to see us again and gladly allowed us to marry within his city. I watched as the two Kings greeted one another and busied themselves with talk while the preparations mounted.
The Elves were quite excited about the event, seemingly intrigued by the idea they were able to grant a last gift to those remaining behind by presenting a wondrous atmosphere. Galain and Ithiel conspired together to fulfill all expectations. Below the buildings was a hill set between tall trees that were bright and full in the summer days, some sparkling with gold and silver sheen. The grass was soft to walk upon, flourishing in the waning season, accentuated by the blooming flowers of every color that glowed under the sunlight. The hill looked out upon the falling waterfalls and allowed a mist to hover just beyond reach. It was there that Legolas and I would join together. No other place seemed more fitting.
I held little anxiety of my impending marriage until the guests began to arrive in Rivendell. Oddly enough, I felt intimidated by all the kindly faces that greeted me. Close to my heart as they were, I wondered every so often if I was making the right decision. Whenever the subtle acceleration of my heart would start to catch my breath, I found Legolas standing beside me with the infinite patience and love shining through the gentle way his hand found mine, whispering of kindness and promising a life of fulfillment. I never believed that he felt any of the trepidation I did, or he hid it expertly. Still, whenever we were in joined presence, I felt that nothing could be more right.
At last the day had come, and I stood silently in front of the mirror as Ithiel dressed me. So many guests had arrived I wondered where they had all come from. I breathed a sigh of relief as Ithiel finished closing my dress and put the finishing touches on my hair. The warm golden sun filtered through the wide windows and a breathy breeze wafted over my skin, cooling me while the blood ran all too quickly through my body. The Valar appeared to be kind and loving, allowing the weather to be mild and warm, no sign of any cloud to mar the sky. Perhaps this was the year of weddings in Middle Earth, for it had been much the same upon the day of Aragorn's ceremony.
Ithiel caught my attention as she solemnly touched my face. Her bright eyes were focused and centered as she gazed at me, her pink lips curling slightly in a distant smile. "How do you fare, my Lady?" she asked me quietly.
Taking a deep breath, I offered a nervous smile. "I am.anxious, Ithiel. I should not be, yet my heart thunders as if I am making a mistake."
Her hand was cool against my face, her expression benign and kind. "You have no reason to fear this, my Lady. It is the end you both have longed for! How can you doubt yourself now?"
"I think it is merely that I did not expect this day to ever come," I confessed, watching my reflection in the mirror. I was dressed in a gown of the softest, sheerest material, purer than snow, flowing about my body like the tangible state of comfort and joy. A high collar captured my throat before curving along my neck in a gentle wave that allowed a slit of flesh to be shone along my shoulders. Gauzy sleeves fell like water from my arms, long enough to reach past my fingertips, matching the outer skirt of the gown. The bodice was close-fitting and seemed to echo the stars in its color and embroidery, gracefully whispering of beads that glowed in the light. The skirt flowed out in waves, reaching out several feet behind me, the fabric light and waiting to be swept in the breath of the wind. My dark hair was shining around my shoulders and decorated with the pearls of Lady Galadriel, as well as a crown of green and golden leaves that seemed falsely bright, set amongst red berries. A thin veil hid beneath the crown, falling over my face as had been traditional among my people, as well as the lacy shawl that hung down my back. I was barefoot, wanting to wade among the grass freely.
Smoothing the veil over my face, Ithiel reassured me. "Yet it has, my Lady. He waits for you below, his heart yearning to be with yours eternally. You do not carry the doubts you believe you do. Come. Let us go and confront your soon to be husband."
I accepted her hand as she guided me to the door in a flurry of smells--vanilla, honey, hyacinths, pine, and all the other scents of the end of summer. I gripped her hand tightly as we walked through the empty house. My skin tingled with an energy that danced through the air, gliding along the curves and angles of the delicate carvings of the windows, pillars, statues and even the steps. Shivering under the powerful magic I felt, I stepped carefully beside Ithiel, who was dressed in a flowing gown of impossibly soft violet, illuminating her dark hair and setting off the string of amethysts that sat upon her head. She smiled silently as we walked, a glow on her face. My heart beat steadily within my chest, a calming sound that buzzed within my head.
We entered the outside world, and I gasped quietly at the crowds of people who had gathered. All stood quietly along the path of the hill side, all turning to face me as we approached. I saw my father waiting for me, dressed in rich blue and silver garments that set off his fiery hair. I felt tears prick my eyes as Ithiel guided me to him. I glanced at the hill, and saw the prestigious among the Elves, as well as Aragorn and Arwen, the hobbits, Gandalf, Gimli, and many of my people. All stared at me with smiles so pure it warmed my heart.
Elisen gently took my hands in his, and placed a kiss upon my brow. When he pulled away, I saw the tears glistening in his own eyes, as well as the infinite joy. "You are beautiful, Naitha," he whispered, leaning close to me.
I smiled, bowing my head. "Thank you, father."
"Come. All are waiting for you," he whispered.
Nodding once, I turned, allowing Elisen to take me now between the people as Ithiel positioned herself behind me. The grass was indeed warm and soft between my toes, a comfort as I bathed in the tireless rays of the sun. I felt as if I were on display, for all eyes were focused upon me.
Then my eyes looked forward, and I saw him. My breath caught in my throat. Legolas stood serenely at the pinnacle of the hill, dressed in shining white and silver as if he had stepped out from the clouds. His hair glowed in the sunlight, and his eyes seemed too bright, too gray-blue to be real. The tunic looked heavy, though it was barren of extra markings beyond the lace and fine embroidery. Even from the distance we were at I could feel his breath slow though his heart was racing. It took all my self-control to remain walking steadily, all thoughts cast out of my mind.
It seemed I had been walking this road for the past year, and now, at the end, I could hardly move my feet fast enough to approach the love who had saved my life as well as my heart. Elisen tightened his grip on my arm a bit as he led me to the front of the gathering. I realized that all my life had truly led up to this moment. All around me I saw my friends and the ones who had aided me in the darkest times; I felt their magic and friendship winding around me like a soft blanket.
Legolas reached out his hand as Elisen offered me to him, and I slowly placed mine in his. I felt myself go wide-eyed as he clasped me so delicately, and there was no one in all the world save for us. His face was calm and majestic, a smile curving around his lips, breaking the somber mask he wore. His sleeves brushed against my skin, soft like silk.
I could hardly listen to the man who performed the ceremony, though every word of it was engraved in my mind. I saw the sun sparkling through the mists of the waterfalls in the background, sending thousands of shifting diamonds into the air. The presence of all the Elves was like a silent wall that wove around us, surrounding us and saying nothing though speaking wordlessly.
"Do you take this man to be your husband, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" The Elf gazed at me seriously, though the twinkling of his eyes betrayed him.
My gaze shifted from the master of the ceremony to Legolas. My heart was screaming the words I had longed to say for so long now. I felt myself drowning in the pools of his eyes as I whispered, "I do."
The Elf turned to Legolas and spoke. "Do you take this woman for your wife, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Now Legolas stared at me with the depth of all his years shining through his face, though there was nothing but infinite patience, wisdom, kindness, love, and desire. "I do."
There was a brief rippling through the crowd as Legolas set a new ring upon my finger. I looked down to see a plain silver band sliding over my finger, though as I looked at it, a small jewel was inset upon the band itself, caught like a star in the metal. I bit my lip to restrain the tears before they fell over my cheeks, and slid a ring upon Legolas' finger. It too was silver metal, though it held a different jewel, golden and gleaming in the sunlight. His fingers were soft and warm over my skin, and he raised his hands to lift the veil from my face.
"May the Valar bless this marriage with long life and happiness to each, and may they watch over you each day. Now you may seal your union in the midst of all."
As the veil fell away from my face, I found myself staring up into Legolas' face, so very close to mine. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until Legolas laid a finger upon my cheek, smiling as he leaned closer. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips caressed mine more tenderly than ever, though in his kiss I felt a charge running between us, bonding out hearts for eternity. I clasped his arms and tried to remain on my feet.
As we parted, I suddenly realized this was the reason for all of our toils and battles. Even the mysterious Valar seem to have their reasons for such disastrous tidings. I heard the Elf speaking vaguely behind us, though it was in Elvish and I hardly paid attention. I touched his face, marveling at the exquisite beauty that was timeless, and I pressed my lips once again to his. Something low in my body tightened, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I love you, Andariel," I heard his voice say.
I smiled through our kiss, and continued even as we released. "I love you, Legolas," I answered.
The Great Hall was waiting. I heard the multitude of voices and quick feet entering the vast space, yet I held fast to Legolas' hand as we stood outside. I stared out over the falling branches of the trees as the wind gently picked its way through them. Breathing in the clean air, I listened to the quiet beating of my heart, though it seemed loud in the fading quiet of the alcove.
A gentle hand touched my cheek. I inhaled sharply, eyes falling upon the elf who stood calmly before me, and I smiled, relaxing under his touch. As the back of his fingers brushed across my lips, I kissed them softly.
"You amaze me, Andariel."
Meeting his eyes, I asked, "How so?"
I watched his lips curl softly, the movement reaching his eyes gradually. "Your heart is so pure even now that you blind me with happiness," he stated simply, quietly. "I could gaze into your eyes for the rest of eternity and never desire anything else."
A laugh rose from deep within me, controlled, as I brushed a hand down his chest. "Your words are sweet, though if that is all you desire from me then I fear I will go mad with desire for other pleasantries."
The meaning struck him swiftly, and his face broke into a wide grin. "I assure you, pen-neth, your eyes are only the beginning of what I desire from you. It would pain me greatly to see your mind falter from a deprivation of pleasantries; surely we must remedy that before the madness begins." Legolas leaned close, pressing his lips to my ear. His breath was sweet and warm against my flesh, spreading wider as his lips moved down my neck while his body pressed against mine. Quite aware of his desire now, as it pressed against my hip, I laughed aloud, sinking quickly under his tender ministrations. "While the Valar are most certainly aware of the perilous predicament we stand upon, surely our guests would be disappointed if we were to disappear so quickly, especially when many of them have traveled so far to see us." I unsuccessfully tried to repress a sigh as his lips pressed to my collarbone, his teeth nipping at the flesh seductively.
Slowly pulling away yet only to press his lips to my cheek, Legolas murmured, " Aye, my love. Duty surely asks we offer our thanks to our dear friends." There was a hint of regret and impatience in his voice as he spoke, though I knew he could wait.
Touching his face with both hands, I offered a smile. "We have endured much waiting, Legolas. Surely a few more hours may not be much more painful."
His eyes were half blue still in the afternoon light, a tumultuous blend of the sky and the sea as they twinkled a bit even in the cool shadows of the alcove. Smiling in defeat, he tenderly kissed my forehead. "You often have much more sense than I, melamin."
Joining hands, we walked into the festive room, greeted by many cheers. The faces merged together, all smiling and some tearful. My heart leapt with each person I recognized, especially as many began to approach. I began to wish fervently that my mother had been here to witness the most joyful event of my life, and for a moment I ached with sorrow. Still, it was nearly impossibly to retain grief when I saw the largest smiles on the faces of those I cared for the most.
The High Elves stood neatly together, a gathering of power and wisdom that never failed to weaken my knees just a little. I felt their cool gazes wash over me, their thoughts like random energy floating in the air. I curtseyed deeply as Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn approached.
"Please, stand, Lady Greenleaf."
The words sounded foreign. I slowly stood, looking into the eyes of the Lady of the Golden Wood. In her face I saw much happiness and satisfaction. As Lord Celeborn spoke with Legolas, Galadriel reached for my hands. For several moments she did not speak, though much ran behind her eyes.
"You have indeed exceeded all that I had thought for you," she said at last. "All is now as it should be."
I searched her face, wondering if she had known of this all along. "My deepest gratitude for all you have done, Lady Galadriel," I said quietly. "It is such an honor that you would attend."
She laughed, a pleasant sound that was like bells. "Well, my dear, you did not think that after such a tumultuous journey we would deign to abandon you on this day of joy! Andariel, there is nothing more to see now that you and your Elven prince have bound yourselves together."
"That is true," Celeborn said suddenly. "Our races now have a hope born once again, and perhaps none of us shall be forgotten over the duration of time. It is well to see that you have been granted happiness at last."
Legolas nodded. "Thank you, my Lord, my Lady. There is no other gift in this world that could measure what has been given me this day. With your blessing, I believe there is much to look forward to."
Celeborn nodded and smiled, his silver crown reflecting in his pale hair. "Middle Earth has become far more beautiful in the past several months than it has been for many years now that I can remember. After such dark days, it is vital to see happiness flowing once more through its people of all races."
Thranduil stepped forward, regal and awe-inspiring in robes of deep green and gold, a crown of leaves and berried marking his forehead. His clear eyes moved silently from one face to the other as he stood beside Lord Elrond, and I shuddered out of habit. As he embraced his son, I suddenly marveled at how far the old King had come in the past few months. A secret part of him had been released, and now he was free to listen and care for his son, even with me.
"My son! It is indeed a pleasant thing to see you wed at last," Thranduil said, a small smile betraying the hard shell of his face. "And you, my dear, look lovely."
"Thank you, father," Legolas said, glancing at me with a smile shining in his eyes. "Have you seen Estel and Undomiel? Are they not around here somewhere?"
Thranduil exchanged glances with Elrond, and each one turned to look around the room. "I would not worry, my son. King Elessar and his wife are surely here, though they must have many faces to greet as well."
I sighed lightly, peering around the room when I heard a loud shout. Startled, I turned to see the hobbits rushing forward with Gandalf close behind. Each one was as bright and cheerful, perhaps more so, as when we had left them many months ago. Frodo, I noticed, clasped a white stone around his neck. His eyes seemed bright, though I noticed the traces of sleepless nights, and it disturbed me. Still, I could not feel much worry beneath my utter happiness.
"Andariel! Legolas!"
We both met the anxious hobbits as they ran forward. Merry and Pippin seemed to have grown a little more, if that were possible, and I delighted to see Sam walking boldly beside his master. All bowed instantly, cheeks flushed.
"What do my eyes tell me but of four wonderful hobbits who have journeyed once again to this Elven city?" Legolas remarked. "It is good to see you all."
"And you as well, Legolas," answered Merry, happily shaking his hand.
I eyed Pippin carefully, wondering if he had recovered from the infatuation he had been struck with. "And you, Pippin, how do you fare? It brings such joy to my heart to see you here."
The young hobbit met my eyes steadily, his clear blue eyes full of amazement and respect--the nearest word I could find for it. His curly hair was neatly brushed behind his ears, though several locks spilled over his brow and were slick with sweat. Still, a brilliant smile crossed his face as he kissed my hand. "My Lady Andariel, it is a pleasure to see you again!" he said. "I have thought of you often, wondering how you fared in Mirkwood."
"I fared well, though I would recommend more caution in dealing with spiders," I grinned. "And what of you, Sam? How is it that you fare?"
Sam blushed instantly, though there was also something more behind his eyes. I felt I had missed out on a great deal in these last few months. "I am quite well. Things have been much better after we cleaned out the Shire," he answered.
I looked at him bewildered, and saw Legolas do the same. "Clean out the Shire," he repeated. "What do you mean?"
Sam and Frodo exchanged looks, but it was Merry who piped up and said, "It had been overrun with rogues and scoundrels of all sorts, most working for Sharkey. They destroyed so much of our homes and people, but we were adapt to gather everyone around and get them out."
"Sharkey?"
"Saruman," Gandalf answered, standing straight with a bit of a smile on his face. "The desperate creature had fled to the Shire and began taking it over much as he had Isengard, though this time it was men not orcs who followed his instructions. As I have said many times before, however, one never quite knows what to expect from these hobbits, for it was their bravery alone that cast out the ruffians from the Shire, and dethroned Saruman once again."
"Dethroned. I would assume that he is overpowered for good?" I asked.
The hobbits glanced at one another. "You could put it that way," said Sam, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Frodo seemed pensive, his gaze falling outside of those around him. "Saruman did terrible things while he lived, but it was not my intention to see him pass from life," he observed, clutching the white stone fiercely.
Sam laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "There was nothing to be done about it, Mr. Frodo, you know that. The important thing is that everything is right again."
Gandalf stepped forward, his eyes twinkling suddenly as he looked upon Legolas and myself. "Now that all has come out in your favor, what will you do now?" he asked.
I caught Legolas' eye, allowing him to answer. "We mean to find a good place to settle down," he said, looking at me while he spoke. "I promised Andariel I would cease wandering for a time and to that I shall hold."
Chuckling, Gandalf said, "I believe you shall have a difficult time convincing Gimli of that; he was most looking forward to exploring the realms with you."
For a moment Legolas seemed to hesitate, then broke into a wide smile. "Aye, and a good thing it would be, except for the fact Andariel would likely try to follow, and then it would break me to see her on Aria once again. After all, all either of us desires for now is a little peace."
I looked up at him gratefully. "Just for a time. I would much desire to be free of worry and caution that you are to die any moment in a far away land."
He clasped my arm tightly, eyes searching mine. "Much as I would desire not to be in a far away land, for anything other than by your side is too far for me."
Elrond smiled broadly. "Ever the bringer of peace with words," he commented. Suddenly he turned his head. "Ah! Daughter. It is good to see you at last. What has kept you?"
Aragorn and Arwen broke through the crowds of people. Arwen stepped towards her father and kissed his cheek, her dark hair swept away from her face and marked with many white stones, as well as a single stone placed upon her brow. "There are many people here, father. I hope our friends will forgive us," she said.
I watched as Aragorn and Legolas embraced tightly, two friends who were now bound through many more ties than imagined. Arwen took my hands, hovering above me like an angel with her dark eyes sparkling. "My dear Andariel," she said softly, kissing my cheek. "It is wonderful to see you again."
"And you, dear sister," I replied.
Her smile broadened. "Good. I wondered if you had forgotten already, though only a few months have passed since my own wedding day."
"Of course I had not forgotten. There has been much to celebrate this year already, and I hardly see much of anything else coming in the year."
"Indeed." She looked to Legolas, extending a hand towards his face. "Legolas."
As the two elves began to speak rapidly, I embraced Aragorn. He was clean and smelled of cinnamon. "Aragorn, it is so good to see you."
The ranger kissed my cheek, meeting my eyes at last as a deep smile crossed his face. "Andariel, I am so pleased for you. I have greatly desired to see you as happy as you stand now."
Clasping his hand in mine, I smiled. "Much of that I owe to you, my friend. After all, Legolas would not be here if not for your wisdom during the battles you faced while away. So if I have not done so, then now I will thank you for taking such good care of the man I love."
Aragorn's eyes were dark with serenity and carefree happiness, at least for the moment. His hair had grown out a little and brushed his shoulders, still wavy as the grass on a breezy day. "You are a wondrous spirit, Andariel," he said softly. "At last you may find what life truly has to offer once again."
I knew what he meant. Neither of us needed to say it. I leaned my head briefly against his chest, before pulling away and looking over the crowds. I spotted my father weaving his way through the people moving this way and that, and I smiled. Truly, each moment I held was brighter than the last, and I wondered what I had ever done to deserve such sudden and outright happiness. As my father had said when I was young, ask not why you are blessed, merely accept it.
Legolas touched my arm, and I met his eyes. "Would you care to dance?" he asked simply.
The gesture moved me deeply, and I fought to refrain from giggling. So long ago, in this hall, we had danced carelessly and happily; now we were to do so as husband and wife.
"Of course."
Excusing ourselves from the remainder of the group, Legolas gently gripped my arm and led me onto the floor as bright music began to play.
*A/N: For clarification purposes, I wish to give the following translations in case I did not before: "Orenya" is "my spirit," "A vanima" is "o beautiful.(name)," "Tancave" is "Yes," and "melethron" is yet another word for "my beloved."
Time seemed to fly very quickly once Thranduil had given his consent for our union. I felt as if a great weight had been lifted off my chest and breath was easier to draw. Of course, there lay the imposing questions of when and where would our ceremony take place. Thranduil asked only to have an opinion in the matters and in the end remained very passive. He was no longer cold and unforgiving; in fact, he made a substantial effort to atone for his previous behavior, as well as get to know who I was. I sensed that a part of him was still reluctant to allow this union, yet I also believed my inevitable death could also be a comfort to him; I, unlike his son, would not be around forever.
After much debate, Legolas and I decided to have our wedding in Rivendell, seeing as how it was the place we first met. Thranduil agreed, though grudgingly at first, stating as how his kingdom was perfectly suitable, yet in the end agreeing that Rivendell was logical. We selected the end of September for the time, and promptly messengers were sent out to the corners of Middle Earth to spread the invitations. The messengers went to the Shire, Gondor, Rivendell, and Lothlorien. That left us very little time to actually get our affairs in order, but fortunately we were not without help.
Ithiel was gracious enough to assist in ideas as well as preparations. She had been tearful when we had told her Thranduil had given his consent, and had promptly insisted on offering her aid in whatever matters needed care. She offered her opinions on décor, as well as my gown and accessories.
I had never seen such contentment in Legolas before. While he offered his opinions and desires on the details, for the most part he was satisfied in allowing his father and his servants to plan everything. His eyes carried a light unlike anything I had seen before, and I knew it reflected in my own. We journeyed to Rivendell and were welcomed by Lord Elrond. The Elf Lord was most pleased to see us again and gladly allowed us to marry within his city. I watched as the two Kings greeted one another and busied themselves with talk while the preparations mounted.
The Elves were quite excited about the event, seemingly intrigued by the idea they were able to grant a last gift to those remaining behind by presenting a wondrous atmosphere. Galain and Ithiel conspired together to fulfill all expectations. Below the buildings was a hill set between tall trees that were bright and full in the summer days, some sparkling with gold and silver sheen. The grass was soft to walk upon, flourishing in the waning season, accentuated by the blooming flowers of every color that glowed under the sunlight. The hill looked out upon the falling waterfalls and allowed a mist to hover just beyond reach. It was there that Legolas and I would join together. No other place seemed more fitting.
I held little anxiety of my impending marriage until the guests began to arrive in Rivendell. Oddly enough, I felt intimidated by all the kindly faces that greeted me. Close to my heart as they were, I wondered every so often if I was making the right decision. Whenever the subtle acceleration of my heart would start to catch my breath, I found Legolas standing beside me with the infinite patience and love shining through the gentle way his hand found mine, whispering of kindness and promising a life of fulfillment. I never believed that he felt any of the trepidation I did, or he hid it expertly. Still, whenever we were in joined presence, I felt that nothing could be more right.
At last the day had come, and I stood silently in front of the mirror as Ithiel dressed me. So many guests had arrived I wondered where they had all come from. I breathed a sigh of relief as Ithiel finished closing my dress and put the finishing touches on my hair. The warm golden sun filtered through the wide windows and a breathy breeze wafted over my skin, cooling me while the blood ran all too quickly through my body. The Valar appeared to be kind and loving, allowing the weather to be mild and warm, no sign of any cloud to mar the sky. Perhaps this was the year of weddings in Middle Earth, for it had been much the same upon the day of Aragorn's ceremony.
Ithiel caught my attention as she solemnly touched my face. Her bright eyes were focused and centered as she gazed at me, her pink lips curling slightly in a distant smile. "How do you fare, my Lady?" she asked me quietly.
Taking a deep breath, I offered a nervous smile. "I am.anxious, Ithiel. I should not be, yet my heart thunders as if I am making a mistake."
Her hand was cool against my face, her expression benign and kind. "You have no reason to fear this, my Lady. It is the end you both have longed for! How can you doubt yourself now?"
"I think it is merely that I did not expect this day to ever come," I confessed, watching my reflection in the mirror. I was dressed in a gown of the softest, sheerest material, purer than snow, flowing about my body like the tangible state of comfort and joy. A high collar captured my throat before curving along my neck in a gentle wave that allowed a slit of flesh to be shone along my shoulders. Gauzy sleeves fell like water from my arms, long enough to reach past my fingertips, matching the outer skirt of the gown. The bodice was close-fitting and seemed to echo the stars in its color and embroidery, gracefully whispering of beads that glowed in the light. The skirt flowed out in waves, reaching out several feet behind me, the fabric light and waiting to be swept in the breath of the wind. My dark hair was shining around my shoulders and decorated with the pearls of Lady Galadriel, as well as a crown of green and golden leaves that seemed falsely bright, set amongst red berries. A thin veil hid beneath the crown, falling over my face as had been traditional among my people, as well as the lacy shawl that hung down my back. I was barefoot, wanting to wade among the grass freely.
Smoothing the veil over my face, Ithiel reassured me. "Yet it has, my Lady. He waits for you below, his heart yearning to be with yours eternally. You do not carry the doubts you believe you do. Come. Let us go and confront your soon to be husband."
I accepted her hand as she guided me to the door in a flurry of smells--vanilla, honey, hyacinths, pine, and all the other scents of the end of summer. I gripped her hand tightly as we walked through the empty house. My skin tingled with an energy that danced through the air, gliding along the curves and angles of the delicate carvings of the windows, pillars, statues and even the steps. Shivering under the powerful magic I felt, I stepped carefully beside Ithiel, who was dressed in a flowing gown of impossibly soft violet, illuminating her dark hair and setting off the string of amethysts that sat upon her head. She smiled silently as we walked, a glow on her face. My heart beat steadily within my chest, a calming sound that buzzed within my head.
We entered the outside world, and I gasped quietly at the crowds of people who had gathered. All stood quietly along the path of the hill side, all turning to face me as we approached. I saw my father waiting for me, dressed in rich blue and silver garments that set off his fiery hair. I felt tears prick my eyes as Ithiel guided me to him. I glanced at the hill, and saw the prestigious among the Elves, as well as Aragorn and Arwen, the hobbits, Gandalf, Gimli, and many of my people. All stared at me with smiles so pure it warmed my heart.
Elisen gently took my hands in his, and placed a kiss upon my brow. When he pulled away, I saw the tears glistening in his own eyes, as well as the infinite joy. "You are beautiful, Naitha," he whispered, leaning close to me.
I smiled, bowing my head. "Thank you, father."
"Come. All are waiting for you," he whispered.
Nodding once, I turned, allowing Elisen to take me now between the people as Ithiel positioned herself behind me. The grass was indeed warm and soft between my toes, a comfort as I bathed in the tireless rays of the sun. I felt as if I were on display, for all eyes were focused upon me.
Then my eyes looked forward, and I saw him. My breath caught in my throat. Legolas stood serenely at the pinnacle of the hill, dressed in shining white and silver as if he had stepped out from the clouds. His hair glowed in the sunlight, and his eyes seemed too bright, too gray-blue to be real. The tunic looked heavy, though it was barren of extra markings beyond the lace and fine embroidery. Even from the distance we were at I could feel his breath slow though his heart was racing. It took all my self-control to remain walking steadily, all thoughts cast out of my mind.
It seemed I had been walking this road for the past year, and now, at the end, I could hardly move my feet fast enough to approach the love who had saved my life as well as my heart. Elisen tightened his grip on my arm a bit as he led me to the front of the gathering. I realized that all my life had truly led up to this moment. All around me I saw my friends and the ones who had aided me in the darkest times; I felt their magic and friendship winding around me like a soft blanket.
Legolas reached out his hand as Elisen offered me to him, and I slowly placed mine in his. I felt myself go wide-eyed as he clasped me so delicately, and there was no one in all the world save for us. His face was calm and majestic, a smile curving around his lips, breaking the somber mask he wore. His sleeves brushed against my skin, soft like silk.
I could hardly listen to the man who performed the ceremony, though every word of it was engraved in my mind. I saw the sun sparkling through the mists of the waterfalls in the background, sending thousands of shifting diamonds into the air. The presence of all the Elves was like a silent wall that wove around us, surrounding us and saying nothing though speaking wordlessly.
"Do you take this man to be your husband, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" The Elf gazed at me seriously, though the twinkling of his eyes betrayed him.
My gaze shifted from the master of the ceremony to Legolas. My heart was screaming the words I had longed to say for so long now. I felt myself drowning in the pools of his eyes as I whispered, "I do."
The Elf turned to Legolas and spoke. "Do you take this woman for your wife, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Now Legolas stared at me with the depth of all his years shining through his face, though there was nothing but infinite patience, wisdom, kindness, love, and desire. "I do."
There was a brief rippling through the crowd as Legolas set a new ring upon my finger. I looked down to see a plain silver band sliding over my finger, though as I looked at it, a small jewel was inset upon the band itself, caught like a star in the metal. I bit my lip to restrain the tears before they fell over my cheeks, and slid a ring upon Legolas' finger. It too was silver metal, though it held a different jewel, golden and gleaming in the sunlight. His fingers were soft and warm over my skin, and he raised his hands to lift the veil from my face.
"May the Valar bless this marriage with long life and happiness to each, and may they watch over you each day. Now you may seal your union in the midst of all."
As the veil fell away from my face, I found myself staring up into Legolas' face, so very close to mine. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until Legolas laid a finger upon my cheek, smiling as he leaned closer. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips caressed mine more tenderly than ever, though in his kiss I felt a charge running between us, bonding out hearts for eternity. I clasped his arms and tried to remain on my feet.
As we parted, I suddenly realized this was the reason for all of our toils and battles. Even the mysterious Valar seem to have their reasons for such disastrous tidings. I heard the Elf speaking vaguely behind us, though it was in Elvish and I hardly paid attention. I touched his face, marveling at the exquisite beauty that was timeless, and I pressed my lips once again to his. Something low in my body tightened, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I love you, Andariel," I heard his voice say.
I smiled through our kiss, and continued even as we released. "I love you, Legolas," I answered.
The Great Hall was waiting. I heard the multitude of voices and quick feet entering the vast space, yet I held fast to Legolas' hand as we stood outside. I stared out over the falling branches of the trees as the wind gently picked its way through them. Breathing in the clean air, I listened to the quiet beating of my heart, though it seemed loud in the fading quiet of the alcove.
A gentle hand touched my cheek. I inhaled sharply, eyes falling upon the elf who stood calmly before me, and I smiled, relaxing under his touch. As the back of his fingers brushed across my lips, I kissed them softly.
"You amaze me, Andariel."
Meeting his eyes, I asked, "How so?"
I watched his lips curl softly, the movement reaching his eyes gradually. "Your heart is so pure even now that you blind me with happiness," he stated simply, quietly. "I could gaze into your eyes for the rest of eternity and never desire anything else."
A laugh rose from deep within me, controlled, as I brushed a hand down his chest. "Your words are sweet, though if that is all you desire from me then I fear I will go mad with desire for other pleasantries."
The meaning struck him swiftly, and his face broke into a wide grin. "I assure you, pen-neth, your eyes are only the beginning of what I desire from you. It would pain me greatly to see your mind falter from a deprivation of pleasantries; surely we must remedy that before the madness begins." Legolas leaned close, pressing his lips to my ear. His breath was sweet and warm against my flesh, spreading wider as his lips moved down my neck while his body pressed against mine. Quite aware of his desire now, as it pressed against my hip, I laughed aloud, sinking quickly under his tender ministrations. "While the Valar are most certainly aware of the perilous predicament we stand upon, surely our guests would be disappointed if we were to disappear so quickly, especially when many of them have traveled so far to see us." I unsuccessfully tried to repress a sigh as his lips pressed to my collarbone, his teeth nipping at the flesh seductively.
Slowly pulling away yet only to press his lips to my cheek, Legolas murmured, " Aye, my love. Duty surely asks we offer our thanks to our dear friends." There was a hint of regret and impatience in his voice as he spoke, though I knew he could wait.
Touching his face with both hands, I offered a smile. "We have endured much waiting, Legolas. Surely a few more hours may not be much more painful."
His eyes were half blue still in the afternoon light, a tumultuous blend of the sky and the sea as they twinkled a bit even in the cool shadows of the alcove. Smiling in defeat, he tenderly kissed my forehead. "You often have much more sense than I, melamin."
Joining hands, we walked into the festive room, greeted by many cheers. The faces merged together, all smiling and some tearful. My heart leapt with each person I recognized, especially as many began to approach. I began to wish fervently that my mother had been here to witness the most joyful event of my life, and for a moment I ached with sorrow. Still, it was nearly impossibly to retain grief when I saw the largest smiles on the faces of those I cared for the most.
The High Elves stood neatly together, a gathering of power and wisdom that never failed to weaken my knees just a little. I felt their cool gazes wash over me, their thoughts like random energy floating in the air. I curtseyed deeply as Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn approached.
"Please, stand, Lady Greenleaf."
The words sounded foreign. I slowly stood, looking into the eyes of the Lady of the Golden Wood. In her face I saw much happiness and satisfaction. As Lord Celeborn spoke with Legolas, Galadriel reached for my hands. For several moments she did not speak, though much ran behind her eyes.
"You have indeed exceeded all that I had thought for you," she said at last. "All is now as it should be."
I searched her face, wondering if she had known of this all along. "My deepest gratitude for all you have done, Lady Galadriel," I said quietly. "It is such an honor that you would attend."
She laughed, a pleasant sound that was like bells. "Well, my dear, you did not think that after such a tumultuous journey we would deign to abandon you on this day of joy! Andariel, there is nothing more to see now that you and your Elven prince have bound yourselves together."
"That is true," Celeborn said suddenly. "Our races now have a hope born once again, and perhaps none of us shall be forgotten over the duration of time. It is well to see that you have been granted happiness at last."
Legolas nodded. "Thank you, my Lord, my Lady. There is no other gift in this world that could measure what has been given me this day. With your blessing, I believe there is much to look forward to."
Celeborn nodded and smiled, his silver crown reflecting in his pale hair. "Middle Earth has become far more beautiful in the past several months than it has been for many years now that I can remember. After such dark days, it is vital to see happiness flowing once more through its people of all races."
Thranduil stepped forward, regal and awe-inspiring in robes of deep green and gold, a crown of leaves and berried marking his forehead. His clear eyes moved silently from one face to the other as he stood beside Lord Elrond, and I shuddered out of habit. As he embraced his son, I suddenly marveled at how far the old King had come in the past few months. A secret part of him had been released, and now he was free to listen and care for his son, even with me.
"My son! It is indeed a pleasant thing to see you wed at last," Thranduil said, a small smile betraying the hard shell of his face. "And you, my dear, look lovely."
"Thank you, father," Legolas said, glancing at me with a smile shining in his eyes. "Have you seen Estel and Undomiel? Are they not around here somewhere?"
Thranduil exchanged glances with Elrond, and each one turned to look around the room. "I would not worry, my son. King Elessar and his wife are surely here, though they must have many faces to greet as well."
I sighed lightly, peering around the room when I heard a loud shout. Startled, I turned to see the hobbits rushing forward with Gandalf close behind. Each one was as bright and cheerful, perhaps more so, as when we had left them many months ago. Frodo, I noticed, clasped a white stone around his neck. His eyes seemed bright, though I noticed the traces of sleepless nights, and it disturbed me. Still, I could not feel much worry beneath my utter happiness.
"Andariel! Legolas!"
We both met the anxious hobbits as they ran forward. Merry and Pippin seemed to have grown a little more, if that were possible, and I delighted to see Sam walking boldly beside his master. All bowed instantly, cheeks flushed.
"What do my eyes tell me but of four wonderful hobbits who have journeyed once again to this Elven city?" Legolas remarked. "It is good to see you all."
"And you as well, Legolas," answered Merry, happily shaking his hand.
I eyed Pippin carefully, wondering if he had recovered from the infatuation he had been struck with. "And you, Pippin, how do you fare? It brings such joy to my heart to see you here."
The young hobbit met my eyes steadily, his clear blue eyes full of amazement and respect--the nearest word I could find for it. His curly hair was neatly brushed behind his ears, though several locks spilled over his brow and were slick with sweat. Still, a brilliant smile crossed his face as he kissed my hand. "My Lady Andariel, it is a pleasure to see you again!" he said. "I have thought of you often, wondering how you fared in Mirkwood."
"I fared well, though I would recommend more caution in dealing with spiders," I grinned. "And what of you, Sam? How is it that you fare?"
Sam blushed instantly, though there was also something more behind his eyes. I felt I had missed out on a great deal in these last few months. "I am quite well. Things have been much better after we cleaned out the Shire," he answered.
I looked at him bewildered, and saw Legolas do the same. "Clean out the Shire," he repeated. "What do you mean?"
Sam and Frodo exchanged looks, but it was Merry who piped up and said, "It had been overrun with rogues and scoundrels of all sorts, most working for Sharkey. They destroyed so much of our homes and people, but we were adapt to gather everyone around and get them out."
"Sharkey?"
"Saruman," Gandalf answered, standing straight with a bit of a smile on his face. "The desperate creature had fled to the Shire and began taking it over much as he had Isengard, though this time it was men not orcs who followed his instructions. As I have said many times before, however, one never quite knows what to expect from these hobbits, for it was their bravery alone that cast out the ruffians from the Shire, and dethroned Saruman once again."
"Dethroned. I would assume that he is overpowered for good?" I asked.
The hobbits glanced at one another. "You could put it that way," said Sam, a look of satisfaction crossing his face.
Frodo seemed pensive, his gaze falling outside of those around him. "Saruman did terrible things while he lived, but it was not my intention to see him pass from life," he observed, clutching the white stone fiercely.
Sam laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "There was nothing to be done about it, Mr. Frodo, you know that. The important thing is that everything is right again."
Gandalf stepped forward, his eyes twinkling suddenly as he looked upon Legolas and myself. "Now that all has come out in your favor, what will you do now?" he asked.
I caught Legolas' eye, allowing him to answer. "We mean to find a good place to settle down," he said, looking at me while he spoke. "I promised Andariel I would cease wandering for a time and to that I shall hold."
Chuckling, Gandalf said, "I believe you shall have a difficult time convincing Gimli of that; he was most looking forward to exploring the realms with you."
For a moment Legolas seemed to hesitate, then broke into a wide smile. "Aye, and a good thing it would be, except for the fact Andariel would likely try to follow, and then it would break me to see her on Aria once again. After all, all either of us desires for now is a little peace."
I looked up at him gratefully. "Just for a time. I would much desire to be free of worry and caution that you are to die any moment in a far away land."
He clasped my arm tightly, eyes searching mine. "Much as I would desire not to be in a far away land, for anything other than by your side is too far for me."
Elrond smiled broadly. "Ever the bringer of peace with words," he commented. Suddenly he turned his head. "Ah! Daughter. It is good to see you at last. What has kept you?"
Aragorn and Arwen broke through the crowds of people. Arwen stepped towards her father and kissed his cheek, her dark hair swept away from her face and marked with many white stones, as well as a single stone placed upon her brow. "There are many people here, father. I hope our friends will forgive us," she said.
I watched as Aragorn and Legolas embraced tightly, two friends who were now bound through many more ties than imagined. Arwen took my hands, hovering above me like an angel with her dark eyes sparkling. "My dear Andariel," she said softly, kissing my cheek. "It is wonderful to see you again."
"And you, dear sister," I replied.
Her smile broadened. "Good. I wondered if you had forgotten already, though only a few months have passed since my own wedding day."
"Of course I had not forgotten. There has been much to celebrate this year already, and I hardly see much of anything else coming in the year."
"Indeed." She looked to Legolas, extending a hand towards his face. "Legolas."
As the two elves began to speak rapidly, I embraced Aragorn. He was clean and smelled of cinnamon. "Aragorn, it is so good to see you."
The ranger kissed my cheek, meeting my eyes at last as a deep smile crossed his face. "Andariel, I am so pleased for you. I have greatly desired to see you as happy as you stand now."
Clasping his hand in mine, I smiled. "Much of that I owe to you, my friend. After all, Legolas would not be here if not for your wisdom during the battles you faced while away. So if I have not done so, then now I will thank you for taking such good care of the man I love."
Aragorn's eyes were dark with serenity and carefree happiness, at least for the moment. His hair had grown out a little and brushed his shoulders, still wavy as the grass on a breezy day. "You are a wondrous spirit, Andariel," he said softly. "At last you may find what life truly has to offer once again."
I knew what he meant. Neither of us needed to say it. I leaned my head briefly against his chest, before pulling away and looking over the crowds. I spotted my father weaving his way through the people moving this way and that, and I smiled. Truly, each moment I held was brighter than the last, and I wondered what I had ever done to deserve such sudden and outright happiness. As my father had said when I was young, ask not why you are blessed, merely accept it.
Legolas touched my arm, and I met his eyes. "Would you care to dance?" he asked simply.
The gesture moved me deeply, and I fought to refrain from giggling. So long ago, in this hall, we had danced carelessly and happily; now we were to do so as husband and wife.
"Of course."
Excusing ourselves from the remainder of the group, Legolas gently gripped my arm and led me onto the floor as bright music began to play.