A/N: Apologies, but here is the somewhat late chapter, it's worth it I
promise. Persons such as Legolas' Sweetie and PepperVL need not worry; I
will keep going even if I am hit by truck tomorrow. Let's hope I live
because it'll be much easier to write that way. Both mentioned above are
great writers you know, I thoroughly recommend their work. If you can't
find it, email me.
Under The Setting Sun
If this wedding were conventional, I would no doubt be the bride. The sight of me under duress fussing with my hair (under the supervision of many elves all attempting to look busy without actually doing anything) would have made my regal father pale. It is true my mutterings would have sounded exceptionally feminine to anyone who stood outside. It was all the more irritating then when after over 45 minutes of careful deliberation it was decided by the powers that be, my golden hair would be left down, untouched. My patience was swiftly running out, this was my day, not that of those who minced around me.
Aragorn may have found out of this day's proceedings yesterday, but it is something I have considered for many months. The vision of us kissing in the sunset was one I had seen every time I entered the dream world for quite some time. And now, the control of the event was being taken out of my hands. However, I had stuck firm on we would wear. I smiled to myself; this would all still be a surprise to him.
I looked out upon Anor, setting steadfast in the sky. It would not be long I had to dress. I curtly shooed my attendants out of the room, they left only after a promise they could return soon. It was my belief they all stood directly outside the room listening intently over the short time it took me change. Where had such eagerness come from?
I pulled my outfit into the bed; it was white, fitting I suppose. A wise choice. The trousers were of the softest material, one I could not identify. I ran it through my fingers and then pulled them on. They were tight, hugging my body, I couldn't help but run my hands up and down the lower half of my body in admiration, they were certainly flattering. My thoughts at this point enough to make myself blush, I quickly snatched at my shirt. It was silk, undeniable, also of the purest snow white. I pulled it on slowly aware of the crowd waiting at the door tugging them into trousers loosely, tying the top fastenings limply, not completely, leaving a tantalising portion of my chest on show. My feet remained bare as I crept without sound to the door.
I thanked Valar for elven grace as I opened the door, without it, three pretentious, well-groomed elves would have crashed unceremoniously to the floor, in I suspect, a large heap. As it happens, the event was disguised as a rare and unfortunate stumble of untraceable origin. Had I not predicted the happening to some degree, I would have been completely unable to suppress a giggle, even now I had difficulty.
One of the elves stood nervously at the back, shuffling, carrying and almost crushing I might add, a large amount of white lilies. I gazed upon them with awe, amazed at their beauty, but sad they had been picked.
I was instructed to sit on the bed and attacked by a swarm of hairbrushes, after which the lilies were placed on my head, and tangled through it, making an incomplete halo. I was given one last severe brushing down and Haldir arrived.
He looked me up and down and remarked in a non-committal fashion upon my attire, however, badly disguised lust was clear in his face, so much so, that one flustered elf stood protectively in front of me to block his view. At that I felt a warm rush of affection for the group of attendants. Despite my irritation they had been a great help, I made a point of loudly thanking them. They responded with glittering smiles and respectful nods, ushering me out, making sure one of them was always stood between Haldir and myself.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sight I beheld once I reached the clearing. Tables and seats lined the place, up in the trees and on the ground. A huge platform had been erected in the central tree. Each piece of wooden furniture was adorned with white ribbons. Every tree had a strings of lilies coiling all the way up it's trunk and through it's branches. That was not what struck me first. It appeared to be snowing. Then I saw every tree was filled with, and raining the softest white blossom, regardless of it's species. It had already coated the ground.
Despite Haldir's complaints, the other groom had not yet arrived and Galadriel stood with our fathers centrally, her dress also white but it sparkled in the dim golden light. I heard breath catch as I walked to her as many laid their first eyes upon me. I hoped I looked as good as they made out. I was led with the others up to the platform, Galadriel smiling kindly. From this vantage point I could make out many guests, the fellowship, Rumil, the twins and many other revered faces, Celeborn looked on.
We waited for a few minutes before he swept into sight. Adorned entirely in midnight blue, a satin suit of my choosing, he looked utterly divine, receiving the same reception as I had. A steadying hand on my shoulder kept me upright as he ascended to join us, a hush descending upon the good- natured gathering.
Almost immediately, Galadriel stepped back to join her husband and we were turned to face each other. Galadriel began to recite the soft elvish vows.
You must love as one
Look not to the past,
What is done is done.
You must start anew
Like the new day,
As the morning dew.
You must forget all
Resist temptation,
And the carnal call.
You must see only him
Your beloved other,
Until all light grows dim.
"Legolas do you agree?"
"I do." The words the hardest yet easiest ones I have ever had to say.
"Aragorn do you?"
Silence, I was unable to look upon his face, I heard gasps from the crowd. As I looked back up to him, tears streamed his face.
"I do."
A cheer resounded far into the forest.
"Very well."
As we look upon the setting sun
We celebrate your union,
YOU ARE AS ONE.
With that, Aragorn pulled me into his arms and we kissed tentatively as Anor cast it's last light down upon us.
A/N: Oh. My. God. I would love your thoughts upon this chapter; I poured my heart and soul into it. If I can get more up tomorrow I will. Really.
Under The Setting Sun
If this wedding were conventional, I would no doubt be the bride. The sight of me under duress fussing with my hair (under the supervision of many elves all attempting to look busy without actually doing anything) would have made my regal father pale. It is true my mutterings would have sounded exceptionally feminine to anyone who stood outside. It was all the more irritating then when after over 45 minutes of careful deliberation it was decided by the powers that be, my golden hair would be left down, untouched. My patience was swiftly running out, this was my day, not that of those who minced around me.
Aragorn may have found out of this day's proceedings yesterday, but it is something I have considered for many months. The vision of us kissing in the sunset was one I had seen every time I entered the dream world for quite some time. And now, the control of the event was being taken out of my hands. However, I had stuck firm on we would wear. I smiled to myself; this would all still be a surprise to him.
I looked out upon Anor, setting steadfast in the sky. It would not be long I had to dress. I curtly shooed my attendants out of the room, they left only after a promise they could return soon. It was my belief they all stood directly outside the room listening intently over the short time it took me change. Where had such eagerness come from?
I pulled my outfit into the bed; it was white, fitting I suppose. A wise choice. The trousers were of the softest material, one I could not identify. I ran it through my fingers and then pulled them on. They were tight, hugging my body, I couldn't help but run my hands up and down the lower half of my body in admiration, they were certainly flattering. My thoughts at this point enough to make myself blush, I quickly snatched at my shirt. It was silk, undeniable, also of the purest snow white. I pulled it on slowly aware of the crowd waiting at the door tugging them into trousers loosely, tying the top fastenings limply, not completely, leaving a tantalising portion of my chest on show. My feet remained bare as I crept without sound to the door.
I thanked Valar for elven grace as I opened the door, without it, three pretentious, well-groomed elves would have crashed unceremoniously to the floor, in I suspect, a large heap. As it happens, the event was disguised as a rare and unfortunate stumble of untraceable origin. Had I not predicted the happening to some degree, I would have been completely unable to suppress a giggle, even now I had difficulty.
One of the elves stood nervously at the back, shuffling, carrying and almost crushing I might add, a large amount of white lilies. I gazed upon them with awe, amazed at their beauty, but sad they had been picked.
I was instructed to sit on the bed and attacked by a swarm of hairbrushes, after which the lilies were placed on my head, and tangled through it, making an incomplete halo. I was given one last severe brushing down and Haldir arrived.
He looked me up and down and remarked in a non-committal fashion upon my attire, however, badly disguised lust was clear in his face, so much so, that one flustered elf stood protectively in front of me to block his view. At that I felt a warm rush of affection for the group of attendants. Despite my irritation they had been a great help, I made a point of loudly thanking them. They responded with glittering smiles and respectful nods, ushering me out, making sure one of them was always stood between Haldir and myself.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sight I beheld once I reached the clearing. Tables and seats lined the place, up in the trees and on the ground. A huge platform had been erected in the central tree. Each piece of wooden furniture was adorned with white ribbons. Every tree had a strings of lilies coiling all the way up it's trunk and through it's branches. That was not what struck me first. It appeared to be snowing. Then I saw every tree was filled with, and raining the softest white blossom, regardless of it's species. It had already coated the ground.
Despite Haldir's complaints, the other groom had not yet arrived and Galadriel stood with our fathers centrally, her dress also white but it sparkled in the dim golden light. I heard breath catch as I walked to her as many laid their first eyes upon me. I hoped I looked as good as they made out. I was led with the others up to the platform, Galadriel smiling kindly. From this vantage point I could make out many guests, the fellowship, Rumil, the twins and many other revered faces, Celeborn looked on.
We waited for a few minutes before he swept into sight. Adorned entirely in midnight blue, a satin suit of my choosing, he looked utterly divine, receiving the same reception as I had. A steadying hand on my shoulder kept me upright as he ascended to join us, a hush descending upon the good- natured gathering.
Almost immediately, Galadriel stepped back to join her husband and we were turned to face each other. Galadriel began to recite the soft elvish vows.
You must love as one
Look not to the past,
What is done is done.
You must start anew
Like the new day,
As the morning dew.
You must forget all
Resist temptation,
And the carnal call.
You must see only him
Your beloved other,
Until all light grows dim.
"Legolas do you agree?"
"I do." The words the hardest yet easiest ones I have ever had to say.
"Aragorn do you?"
Silence, I was unable to look upon his face, I heard gasps from the crowd. As I looked back up to him, tears streamed his face.
"I do."
A cheer resounded far into the forest.
"Very well."
As we look upon the setting sun
We celebrate your union,
YOU ARE AS ONE.
With that, Aragorn pulled me into his arms and we kissed tentatively as Anor cast it's last light down upon us.
A/N: Oh. My. God. I would love your thoughts upon this chapter; I poured my heart and soul into it. If I can get more up tomorrow I will. Really.