Chapter 4
Note: I made a screw up in Chapter 3 saying Thala kissed both of he parents
on the head. Sorry, but Girithalation's or Thala's mother is still dead!
Thala's eyes welled up with tears that were already starting to pour down her smooth round face. She hugged Thranduil tightly as if she never would let go and said, "No one before you has loved me, except my father, who is getting ever weaker and his love was only fatherly. Thranduil, I want to be with you too, and let us never change that." With this, they kissed a long, passionate kiss under the waning moon with blessed them with a glow of unimaginable beauty. And so it came to pass, that though the seasons changed and Thranduil was now king, the couple were more in love than ever. They plot their troth on the 29th day of Afterlithe, and they were to be married within 4 months of their plotting. Thranduil, now becoming a well-respected king of the Woodland Realm, was happier than he had ever been before the faithful day in the fields. Thala worked hard and long to plan her wedding, which seemed closer than ever in the passing days of the month. The day soon came with Thala hardly believing it true. This was the day of her life, the day that she awaited so much, and was frantically preparing for. Thranduil, being an only child, had chosen one man to stand witness to his marriage, and it was the man that married the couple too. Thranduil admired the man for years, and when it came to being asked to marry the couple, he accepted quickly for an old friend. The man was Elrond Peredhil, Thranduil's noldorin cousin, whom he had met so long ago yet remembered so well. Elrond was delighted to hear of the young king's wedding and decided to be a part of it. While Elrond was arriving from a long ride from Rivendell, Thranduil prepared himself to get married. He wore the white tunic that he had received from his father as a wedding gift, with his boots and some trousers. He was ready for anything, especially knowing now he even had a son on the way. Thala, who was a bit frantic to say in the least, put on her white gown of her mother's, that was hand made with the shells of the sea. Her hair was done, and she was more stunning than the Queen had ever been at the feast, and now, knowing what precious cargo she carried, she seemed to glow even more. It was time; time to walk down the Isle of the Elders, as it was called, and to be married to her true love. Thala walked out with her father, who was weak from be mortally injured before, and started down the isle. Thranduil already standing at the alter saw Thala from afar. She was gorgeous, with hair flowing all about her in every step she took. "I'll love this woman forever, and cherish her, if it's the last thing I'll ever do," thought Thranduil, looking at his soon-to-be bride, and the mother of his coming child.
Thala's eyes welled up with tears that were already starting to pour down her smooth round face. She hugged Thranduil tightly as if she never would let go and said, "No one before you has loved me, except my father, who is getting ever weaker and his love was only fatherly. Thranduil, I want to be with you too, and let us never change that." With this, they kissed a long, passionate kiss under the waning moon with blessed them with a glow of unimaginable beauty. And so it came to pass, that though the seasons changed and Thranduil was now king, the couple were more in love than ever. They plot their troth on the 29th day of Afterlithe, and they were to be married within 4 months of their plotting. Thranduil, now becoming a well-respected king of the Woodland Realm, was happier than he had ever been before the faithful day in the fields. Thala worked hard and long to plan her wedding, which seemed closer than ever in the passing days of the month. The day soon came with Thala hardly believing it true. This was the day of her life, the day that she awaited so much, and was frantically preparing for. Thranduil, being an only child, had chosen one man to stand witness to his marriage, and it was the man that married the couple too. Thranduil admired the man for years, and when it came to being asked to marry the couple, he accepted quickly for an old friend. The man was Elrond Peredhil, Thranduil's noldorin cousin, whom he had met so long ago yet remembered so well. Elrond was delighted to hear of the young king's wedding and decided to be a part of it. While Elrond was arriving from a long ride from Rivendell, Thranduil prepared himself to get married. He wore the white tunic that he had received from his father as a wedding gift, with his boots and some trousers. He was ready for anything, especially knowing now he even had a son on the way. Thala, who was a bit frantic to say in the least, put on her white gown of her mother's, that was hand made with the shells of the sea. Her hair was done, and she was more stunning than the Queen had ever been at the feast, and now, knowing what precious cargo she carried, she seemed to glow even more. It was time; time to walk down the Isle of the Elders, as it was called, and to be married to her true love. Thala walked out with her father, who was weak from be mortally injured before, and started down the isle. Thranduil already standing at the alter saw Thala from afar. She was gorgeous, with hair flowing all about her in every step she took. "I'll love this woman forever, and cherish her, if it's the last thing I'll ever do," thought Thranduil, looking at his soon-to-be bride, and the mother of his coming child.