Eltínuviel

Part 7
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Thorwen woke to a knock on her door...again. "Enter" she muttered. A maid then entered with an exquisite dress and curtsied.

"M'lady, I am here to get you ready for your betrothal."

Thank you, I will change now." Thorwen dismissed her as the maid handed her the dress and Thorwen stepped into the bathing chamber to put on the many complicated layers of colorful clothing.

A few minutes later, she entered her main room looking like a Princess of the Gondorrim. The maid, who Thorwen soon found out was named Rían, them applied face paint and added a little color to her cheeks. She also braided the future Princess' hair and then twisted it around her head in a style commonly worn by women at their wedding or betrothal. As a final touch to go with the blue and silver gown, Rían placed an intricately designed Elven circlet that belonged to the Queen upon Thorwen's head. In fact, the whole outfit belonged to the Queen, but Thorwen was not to know that, for Arwen had gifted her with this and she was not about to take it back.
Eldarion was pacing. It wasn't the wedding, but it was close enough! He was very nervous.

Aragorn sighed. He had just returned from a heated argument with the Council on the topic of the Crown Prince's marriage, and while he had eventually won since Faramir, Imrahil and a few other powerful lords were on his side, he was getting frustrated with his son's constant pacing and unwillingness to be calmed. "Eldarion, ed' I'ear ar' elenea! Amin sinta tanya re amin lle! Merna lle?

"Amin lle quel"

"Then trust fate, my son."

"I will try, father." Eldarion scowled. "Besides, it is practically the wedding. It's basically the same thing!"

Aragorn slumped down into a chair and rolled his eyes, muttering something akin to, "Children of the new age...no common sense!"
Thorwen was very excited. After all, it wasn't every day that you got betrothed to the Crown Prince of Gondor. Arwen was with her, teaching the girl calm, meditative breathing techniques. So far, it was working. She just hoped it would in five minutes.
The two walked forward, hand in hand and exchanged vows to never break the troth plight, setting silver rings on each other's fingers in symbolism of that.

"See? I told you it would go well!" Arwen chided as the young couple approached them.

Both scowled and cast down their eyes in defeat. Thoryon then joined the peculiar group and congratulated the couple, "That was wonderful! I told you it would go well, Thorwen." He directed the last comment to his daughter, who in turn huffed. This was going to be a long six months until she was married.
Arwen dragged her soon to be daughter-in-law to the tailor's working chamber.

"What brings you here, Your Majesties?" the tailor bowed.

"We would like a dress made for Lady Thorwen's wedding." Arwen answered formally.

"Very well, M'ladies. Take your pick."

Thorwen chose a luminescent fabric to be decorated with silver swirls and such, giving it a decidingly Elven look.

"The tailor accepted his task readily with a short bow and, "I shall be done, M'lady."
Translations:

Eldarion, ed' I'ear' ar' elenea! Amin sinta tanya re amin lle! Merna lle?= Eldarion, by the sea and stars! I know that she loves you! Do you?
Amin lle quell= I know well
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