Riania made her way slowly to the gardens. The afternoon breeze had now
started to pick up-the morning had gone quickly when she had been speaking
with her cousin. As she strolled, passing by all sorts of beautiful plants
and scents, she thought.
'Does he really want to propose to me?' she wondered thoughtfully. 'After all, he would be the first, since I have always chased Elves away before they could. But what would I say? Miroros said I should be out in the world, even though he cannot be.' She pondered as she approached a bend in her path. As she rounded it, Riania spotted Sriosno sitting sulkily on a wooden bench, fiddling with a pink rose in his hand. He looked up when he heard her light footsteps, and his eyes lit up cheerfully.
"I knew you would come," he smiled, standing and handing her the rose. She smelled the fresh fragrance of it, and couldn't help but smile as well. He held out his hand for her, his eyes pleading, 'Come with me, and be my wife. I cherish you mor than the world-more so than I would even sweet Lothlorien. Please…' Happily, she took his hand into hers, and they walked.
***
They talked together for a long while, still walking. Eventually they ended up beside a clear, smooth lake and sat in the shade of the forest trees. Finally Sriosno began.
"Riania, we have known one another for an unimaginable amount of time. Although our age difference is significant, I still love you with all my heart." He smiled sweetly at her, and she beamed back at him. "Riania, my love, my sweet, my life, will you favor me and grant me the bliss and joy of being my wife?" Riania had dealt with this shock earlier, so she only waited a few moments before repling,
"I would be delighted."
'Does he really want to propose to me?' she wondered thoughtfully. 'After all, he would be the first, since I have always chased Elves away before they could. But what would I say? Miroros said I should be out in the world, even though he cannot be.' She pondered as she approached a bend in her path. As she rounded it, Riania spotted Sriosno sitting sulkily on a wooden bench, fiddling with a pink rose in his hand. He looked up when he heard her light footsteps, and his eyes lit up cheerfully.
"I knew you would come," he smiled, standing and handing her the rose. She smelled the fresh fragrance of it, and couldn't help but smile as well. He held out his hand for her, his eyes pleading, 'Come with me, and be my wife. I cherish you mor than the world-more so than I would even sweet Lothlorien. Please…' Happily, she took his hand into hers, and they walked.
***
They talked together for a long while, still walking. Eventually they ended up beside a clear, smooth lake and sat in the shade of the forest trees. Finally Sriosno began.
"Riania, we have known one another for an unimaginable amount of time. Although our age difference is significant, I still love you with all my heart." He smiled sweetly at her, and she beamed back at him. "Riania, my love, my sweet, my life, will you favor me and grant me the bliss and joy of being my wife?" Riania had dealt with this shock earlier, so she only waited a few moments before repling,
"I would be delighted."