~DISCLAIMER~ Besides Rae, Calíme, and Emeriel, I also own Osellë and Poldon, but this is the one and only time they show up. Tolkien's claim on everyone else still holds.

Emeriel and I were relieved to see that we had not missed much of the celebratory feast. It looked like we had only missed the beginning of the actual meal. We quietly slipped to the nearest table. I realized that I had perhaps not gotten up earlier than the other inhabitants of Lórien. I had simply forgotten about the feast.

Indeed, we were just in time. Lord Celeborn soon stood before us, the Lady at his side and two elves standing happily behind the two. "Elves of Lórien," he addressed us. "We gather to celebrate the betrothal of our maiden, Osellë Lótiel to Poldon Ambartur, valiant warrior of our distant northern neighbor Mirkwood. We hope their union brings them great joy."

The Elves all cheered for the couple, who looked quite happy together. As is customary, Poldon had come from Mirkwood to celebrate and to take his bride back to his homeland with him. I joined in with the cheering, secretly hating these celebrations. I knew that I would never have such a ceremony. Or, not an elven one anyway. Part of me wished to one day be married to an elf, but part of me also believed that it would never happen.

"We delight in building stronger relations with the Elves of Mirkwood," the Lady was saying. I let my mind wander after that, hearing only snatches of the things being said: Osellë would leave Lórien, the King of Mirkwood would attend the wedding, however his son, Prince something-or-other, would not due to his participation in an epic quest that I was sure Calíme would write a song about later. I figured I could learn everything I needed to know about it from her.

As with most of its kind, the feast lasted well into lunch and beyond. Calíme was busy speaking with the Lord and Lady, presumable hoping to gather information for a new song. The bride-to-be, Osellë, was a friend of Emeriel's, so I spoke with the two of theme for awhile. The morning passed by rather quickly, full of feasting and socializing.

Gradually, the Elves left the feast to continue their daily activities. I looked for Calíme, for Emeriel was still wishing Osellë good luck and other things of that nature, but Cali had already left.

"Ready to leave, Rae?" Emeriel asked a few moments later.

"All set!"

The two of us left the feast, looking for something to do for the rest of the day.

"So what should we do?" she asked me.

"I don't know…want to go look for that necklace I lost yesterday?" I suggested.

"Oh, the one with the green stone?" I nodded. "Sure. Let's go. Where'd you lose it?"

"Out on the western path I think."

"Okay. It must be there somewhere." Emeriel started away from the feast again and I followed, hoping to find my lost necklace.