Eltínuviel

Part 8
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Six months later...

Thorwen was frantic. It was her wedding day! Sure she had been a little nervous at the betrothal, but nothing like this. There were maids running around everywhere like there was no tomorrow with Queen Arwen managing to give them orders sand comfort Thorwen at the same time.

"Now, dear", the Queen started, "You know very well that my son loves you."

"But what if he forgets about the wedding?" Thorwen was coming up with every bad thing you could possibly imagine.

Arwen rolled her eyes. "Thorwen, nothing is going to happen. Just relax. I was like this on my wedding day as well. I am sure that Eldarion is completely calm and relaxed right now."

Thorwen snorted at the last part. If Eldarion was calm and relaxed right now, she was an Orc.

Thorwen didn't know just how right she was.
"Eldarion!" the King's voice sounded throughout the chamber. "Why must you always fret on important occasions? Before every ball, holiday or dinner, you fret. Before your betrothal, you were fretting. And now you fret before your wedding? I was nervous, but no where close to this, and by the Valar, I was marrying the most beautiful Elf maiden of the Age whose father surely wanted to put an arrow through my throat when we were pronounced Man and Wife. What is so bad about this?"

As his father finished his speech, Eldarion actually paused in his pacing a moment and then resumed it almost immediately. This was going to bed a long, long day.
Faramir was checking to make sure everything was ready. It was the Prince's wedding day and from what he gathered from the King, the boy was, as usual, fretting. His wife had gone to help the women with their preparations, leaving Faramir to do last minute check-ups on the Citadel and such.
Éowyn watched the scene before with amusement. Maids were everywhere, the bride was having trouble getting into her dress and the Queen was trying to give orders, comfort the bride and help her get her dress on all at the same time. Éowyn chuckled, knowing that not even Arwen could do all those thing at once. "Arwen!" she called out, "I will taking the ordering from here!" At first the Queen looked surprised to see her, but then smiled in gratitude and returned to her tasks.
Thorwen and Eldarion had just exchanged the ceremonial marriage vows. They were at this very second being given permission to kiss. Suddenly, Eldarion found her lips and placed upon them the most breathtaking kiss she had ever experienced. Thorwen was sure that her heart skipped a beat because of that kiss.
In the front of the crowd, Éowyn was watching Faramir rather hungrily, who in turn was blushing. Aragorn and Arwen were eyeing each other as well until the King couldn't take it any longer and leaned in for a kiss. He was stopped by Arwen's finger on his lips. That was her way of saying, "Wait until tonight or you will be sleeping in the family room." He reluctantly leaned back, showing just about the whole city that his wife controlled him. He didn't care, though. Half of them already knew.
As Thorwen and Eldarion walked away from the altar and back into the palace, Eldarion whispered into his wife's ear, "Thorwen I want you to know something. No matter what anyone says or does, you'll always be my Eltínuviel."
Author's Note: Please, would someone tell me, what does "rnrn" mean???

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