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"A message for you, Sire." A young man said quickly as he entered Holraldir's thrown room.
"Go ahead, Quetta, what does it say?" The King asked.
Quetta, the messenger, cleared his throat then read aloud the scroll he held within his hand. "Your Excellency, King Holraldir of the Realm of Firien Wood are invited, along with the royal family, to the joyous union of the Prince of Mirkwood and . . . the Holy Daughter of Iluvatar?" The messenger said in shock. "On the twenty first of the month of September. Your presence would be sorely missed should you not attend." It was already the beginning of August.
"What?" Holraldir exclaimed, jumping from his seat. "A daughter of Iluvatar, if indeed this is not just some jest, has chosen a prince of Mirkwood, over my Cundu! This is . . . this is . . . Quetta! send word to my family. We will depart as soon as we are ready and packed. This is an outrage! I want to see who this woman is."
Honora stood before a mirror in her chambers, she wore upon her body a beautiful gown of white silk with golden trims along the edges of the sleeves and the ruffles of the large hooped skirt. Indeed, the dress was not styled in the ways of the Elves, flowing and slender, but rather in the styles of Men. Eowyn had helped her choose and design the prints for the dress, then it had been sent to the best dressmaker in Lorien and had returned looking even more splendid than either had hoped for.
The bodice fit perfectly to her body, the golden embroidery of roses flowing down the bodice continued in beautiful golden lines down onto the skirt. The skirt itself was a masterpiece of it's own, without the embroidery. The fabric shimmered, reflecting it's surroundings, as the wedding was to take place outside it would shimmer green and silver during the ceremonies.
She sighed in distress at the short pale blonde hair upon her head. Whatever was she going to do with it? It was not long and flowing down her back in the graceful style of the Elves, so she decided she could not wear it down. Yet she refused to wear a veil in the customs of Men when she was marrying an Elf, she had no clue as to how the people would react already to the dress because none but Eowyn and the dressmaker had seen it yet. She ran a distracted hand through her hair.
"Your hair will look fine." Eowyn said from behind her. Honora turned her head and sighed.
"It looks like an old mop." She said in scorn, sitting down heavily on her vanity chair.
"No, Honora, it doesn't look like an old mop." Eowyn scolded, taking up a comb from the table. She gently pulled the comb through Honora's short golden hair, pulling a section of it away and placing a silver and golden decorative comb in her hair, holding the section away from her face. "See, not a mop."
Honora stared at the image in the mirror, not even when she had lived as royalty in Firien Wood had she looked this grand. Although, she supposed, it was normal to look grander on your wedding day than on every day occasions. She turned to her friend.
"Thank you, Eowyn." She whispered, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.
"Hey, it was just a comb. Don't start crying or you'll have red streaks all down your cheeks when Legolas sees you." She soothed, drawing her friend into a comforting hug.
"I didn't mean about the comb, Eowyn. Thank you for being there for me. And for your advice so long ago in Minas Tirith, I don't know how things would have turned out if you hadn't spoke with me. Thank you for being my friend." Honora whispered.
Tears came to Eowyns eyes now and they sat for a long time hugging each other in the silence. The sound of horns was heard outside, and they both went to the window, Honora hiding behind the curtain so as not to be seen.
Every royal family of Middle-Earth, plus all of her closest friends were present for her day of union. Some knew of her identity and others did not, the ones who knew were told to keep quiet about it until she came to the altar so as not to spoil the surprise of Holraldir.
"Who is it?" Honora asked.
"I don't know . . . oh, wait. It's the Elves of Lorien." Eowyn said as Galadriel and Celeborn came into view. "And behind them are a bunch of . . . wolves? You invited wolves to your wedding?" She asked in disbelief.
Honora smiled and risked a peek out of the window. There, as she had expected, was the royal family of the Great Wolves. At their head was Tzarinita, chains of gold handing from his neck.
"It is quite a long story, Eowyn, but I owe the wolf at the head, Tzarinita, my life. He has saved me many times." Honora said quietly.
A knock sounded at the door behind them. They quickly closed the curtains again and Honora quickly ran from the view of the door while Eowyn slowly moved to answer it.
"Who is it?" She called.
"Not the groom." A gruff voice said from the other side. Eowyn smiled, recognizing immediately who it was.
"I would let you in, Gimli, Son of Gloin, but I know you would only convey back to the groom the beauty of his bride." Eowyn said cheerily.
"Nay, Lady Eowyn, it is your beauty I have come to gaze upon." Gimli said in jest.
"In that case, Good Sir, I bid you much welcome." Eowyn said, quietly laughing as she opened the door. Before her stood, not only Gimli, but also Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, and of course, Legolas, who stood at the back trying not to be seen.
Eowyn burst into laughter. "Now that you have all gazed upon my beauty you may leave." She said in jest. "And you, Legolas, will just have to wait to gaze upon your wife-to-be until the ceremony.
They all looked down in dismay, except Eomer who handed her a small jewel case. "Thank you, Eomer. I was fearing you would be late with it." Then she curtsied and closed and locked the door in all their faces.
"Honora, they have gone. It seems all of the men folk just can't wait to take a look at you in all your glory." Eowyn said in good spirits.
"What is in your hand?" She asked as she came back into the room.
"If you come sit by the mirror again I will show you." Eowyn said as she led her friend back to the vanity. She opened the jewel case and produced a necklace of silver and diamonds. "This was my mothers. I want you to wear it today."
Honora's eyes went wide and she was about to refuse when another knock sounded at the door. Eowyn sighed and quickly clasped the jewels around Honora's neck then walked over to the door. Honora stared in shock at the jewels around her neck, she believed that she had never before seen anything so beautiful, not even in her mothers jewels in Valinor.
"Come on Honora, hide!" Eowyn called, snapping her out of her trance. Honora nodded and quickly left the room. "Who is it?" There was no answer except for another loud pound on the door. "Who is it?" She called again, louder this time. Again there was no answer except pounding on the door. Eowyn angrily pulled open the door and froze, before her stood the fallen Istari. Saruman stood before her in robes of grey and Gandalf and many other white-clad wizards behind them. Saruman and Gandalf nodded to the others and stepped past Eowyn into the room.
"Come on, Lady Eowyn, close the door." Gandalf said joyfully, even Saruman was smiling. Eowyn did as she was bidden and closed the door softly in the faces of the other wizards and wizardress'.
"So where is she?" Saruman asked eagerly.
Eowyn glared at the grey wizard, still remembering what he had done to her uncle, Theoden King, and the people of her country. She stood in front of the door leading to the room Honora was in and firmly shut it.
"Now now, Eowyn. Does not every man deserve a second chance?" Saruman asked.
"After the horrors you caused my people I should think not! Do you know how many died at Helms Deep? Or on any of the village burnings your Orcs went on?" She demanded, her face twisted with anger.
"Lady Eowyn, Saruman is under my control. He is here because he raised Honora for the most part of her life. He has some things he wishes to speak with her about." Gandalf said softly.
"Then he'll just have to wait until after the ceremonies as everyone else does." She snapped. The door opened behind Eowyn and Honora stood there, a look of wariness upon her face.
"Send him in here." Honora said quietly.
Saruman smiled and bowed to Eowyn then passed her by and entered the room Honora was in. The door closed quietly behind him.
"Why are you here, Saruman?" Honora asked harshly, a dagger in her hand.
"Honora, I apologize for all I have done. I was corrupted by Sauron and it was he who was trying to destroy you. I was trying to fight him but my will was not as strong as his own." Saruman apologized, "And I know this sounds like another excuse, or that I am trying to use the powers of my voice to convince you, but it is truth. Mithrandir believes this, as does the rest of the Order of Wizards. I ask your forgiveness." Saruman asked sincerely.
Honora closed her eyes and spoke for a moment quietly in Valian, the language of the Valar. She looked directly into the Istari's eyes. "You are forgiven, my friend." She said quietly then her mentor drew her into a happy embrace.
"Good luck today, you have chosen one of the few worthy of you." He whispered, then turned and left the room without a glance back. Honora slowly walked from the room, her heart higher than it had been for some time. Now almost all was good in the world, but she still did not have the approval of her true father.
"Mithrandir." She nodded slightly to the white wizard.
"I have something for you." Gandalf said, pulling something wrapped in a white silk cloth. He handed it to her gently then quickly turned and left the room.
Honora looked down at the gift in her hands and she gently set it down on the vanity table and unwrapped the gift. Her hand went to her mouth in shock when she looked upon the gift from Mithrandir and tears flood to her eyes. Two delicate crowns lay on the white silk. One, broader and a silver wreath of leaves, the second a single thin band of silver with an emerald stone that would sit gently in the wearers forehead.
She took the smaller one in shaking hands and gently set it on her head, pulling the comb Eowyn had put in her hair out and setting it on the vanity. Eowyn watched in shock as the woman transformed before her eyes. Before she had seemed scared, Eowyn had been half scared she was going to bolt before the ceremonies could even begin, but now, with the beautiful crown upon her head, she looked queenly and as though nothing in the world could ever frighten her again.
"They are the heirs crowns of Valinor." Honora told Eowyn in barely more than a whisper.
Reviews: Elfaer: It's okay, I didn't mind the confusion, just so long as you review!
Red Demon: LOL, I know the "Burn Baby Burn" wasn't really LOTR style but I was in a hurry and couldn't think of anything else! Thanx for reviewing
My Arwen: SORRY for making you wait so long! I kinda lost all motivation for writing for a long time. But I'm back in the groove now and so updates should be coming more regularly.
Doyle: Um..... sorry? Please come back! lol. I hope you'll read this chapter.
Icy878: Oops. lol. Yeah, the burning stops this chapter. And of course he loves her. It's true love, and that doesn't just happen every day.
"A message for you, Sire." A young man said quickly as he entered Holraldir's thrown room.
"Go ahead, Quetta, what does it say?" The King asked.
Quetta, the messenger, cleared his throat then read aloud the scroll he held within his hand. "Your Excellency, King Holraldir of the Realm of Firien Wood are invited, along with the royal family, to the joyous union of the Prince of Mirkwood and . . . the Holy Daughter of Iluvatar?" The messenger said in shock. "On the twenty first of the month of September. Your presence would be sorely missed should you not attend." It was already the beginning of August.
"What?" Holraldir exclaimed, jumping from his seat. "A daughter of Iluvatar, if indeed this is not just some jest, has chosen a prince of Mirkwood, over my Cundu! This is . . . this is . . . Quetta! send word to my family. We will depart as soon as we are ready and packed. This is an outrage! I want to see who this woman is."
Honora stood before a mirror in her chambers, she wore upon her body a beautiful gown of white silk with golden trims along the edges of the sleeves and the ruffles of the large hooped skirt. Indeed, the dress was not styled in the ways of the Elves, flowing and slender, but rather in the styles of Men. Eowyn had helped her choose and design the prints for the dress, then it had been sent to the best dressmaker in Lorien and had returned looking even more splendid than either had hoped for.
The bodice fit perfectly to her body, the golden embroidery of roses flowing down the bodice continued in beautiful golden lines down onto the skirt. The skirt itself was a masterpiece of it's own, without the embroidery. The fabric shimmered, reflecting it's surroundings, as the wedding was to take place outside it would shimmer green and silver during the ceremonies.
She sighed in distress at the short pale blonde hair upon her head. Whatever was she going to do with it? It was not long and flowing down her back in the graceful style of the Elves, so she decided she could not wear it down. Yet she refused to wear a veil in the customs of Men when she was marrying an Elf, she had no clue as to how the people would react already to the dress because none but Eowyn and the dressmaker had seen it yet. She ran a distracted hand through her hair.
"Your hair will look fine." Eowyn said from behind her. Honora turned her head and sighed.
"It looks like an old mop." She said in scorn, sitting down heavily on her vanity chair.
"No, Honora, it doesn't look like an old mop." Eowyn scolded, taking up a comb from the table. She gently pulled the comb through Honora's short golden hair, pulling a section of it away and placing a silver and golden decorative comb in her hair, holding the section away from her face. "See, not a mop."
Honora stared at the image in the mirror, not even when she had lived as royalty in Firien Wood had she looked this grand. Although, she supposed, it was normal to look grander on your wedding day than on every day occasions. She turned to her friend.
"Thank you, Eowyn." She whispered, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.
"Hey, it was just a comb. Don't start crying or you'll have red streaks all down your cheeks when Legolas sees you." She soothed, drawing her friend into a comforting hug.
"I didn't mean about the comb, Eowyn. Thank you for being there for me. And for your advice so long ago in Minas Tirith, I don't know how things would have turned out if you hadn't spoke with me. Thank you for being my friend." Honora whispered.
Tears came to Eowyns eyes now and they sat for a long time hugging each other in the silence. The sound of horns was heard outside, and they both went to the window, Honora hiding behind the curtain so as not to be seen.
Every royal family of Middle-Earth, plus all of her closest friends were present for her day of union. Some knew of her identity and others did not, the ones who knew were told to keep quiet about it until she came to the altar so as not to spoil the surprise of Holraldir.
"Who is it?" Honora asked.
"I don't know . . . oh, wait. It's the Elves of Lorien." Eowyn said as Galadriel and Celeborn came into view. "And behind them are a bunch of . . . wolves? You invited wolves to your wedding?" She asked in disbelief.
Honora smiled and risked a peek out of the window. There, as she had expected, was the royal family of the Great Wolves. At their head was Tzarinita, chains of gold handing from his neck.
"It is quite a long story, Eowyn, but I owe the wolf at the head, Tzarinita, my life. He has saved me many times." Honora said quietly.
A knock sounded at the door behind them. They quickly closed the curtains again and Honora quickly ran from the view of the door while Eowyn slowly moved to answer it.
"Who is it?" She called.
"Not the groom." A gruff voice said from the other side. Eowyn smiled, recognizing immediately who it was.
"I would let you in, Gimli, Son of Gloin, but I know you would only convey back to the groom the beauty of his bride." Eowyn said cheerily.
"Nay, Lady Eowyn, it is your beauty I have come to gaze upon." Gimli said in jest.
"In that case, Good Sir, I bid you much welcome." Eowyn said, quietly laughing as she opened the door. Before her stood, not only Gimli, but also Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, and of course, Legolas, who stood at the back trying not to be seen.
Eowyn burst into laughter. "Now that you have all gazed upon my beauty you may leave." She said in jest. "And you, Legolas, will just have to wait to gaze upon your wife-to-be until the ceremony.
They all looked down in dismay, except Eomer who handed her a small jewel case. "Thank you, Eomer. I was fearing you would be late with it." Then she curtsied and closed and locked the door in all their faces.
"Honora, they have gone. It seems all of the men folk just can't wait to take a look at you in all your glory." Eowyn said in good spirits.
"What is in your hand?" She asked as she came back into the room.
"If you come sit by the mirror again I will show you." Eowyn said as she led her friend back to the vanity. She opened the jewel case and produced a necklace of silver and diamonds. "This was my mothers. I want you to wear it today."
Honora's eyes went wide and she was about to refuse when another knock sounded at the door. Eowyn sighed and quickly clasped the jewels around Honora's neck then walked over to the door. Honora stared in shock at the jewels around her neck, she believed that she had never before seen anything so beautiful, not even in her mothers jewels in Valinor.
"Come on Honora, hide!" Eowyn called, snapping her out of her trance. Honora nodded and quickly left the room. "Who is it?" There was no answer except for another loud pound on the door. "Who is it?" She called again, louder this time. Again there was no answer except pounding on the door. Eowyn angrily pulled open the door and froze, before her stood the fallen Istari. Saruman stood before her in robes of grey and Gandalf and many other white-clad wizards behind them. Saruman and Gandalf nodded to the others and stepped past Eowyn into the room.
"Come on, Lady Eowyn, close the door." Gandalf said joyfully, even Saruman was smiling. Eowyn did as she was bidden and closed the door softly in the faces of the other wizards and wizardress'.
"So where is she?" Saruman asked eagerly.
Eowyn glared at the grey wizard, still remembering what he had done to her uncle, Theoden King, and the people of her country. She stood in front of the door leading to the room Honora was in and firmly shut it.
"Now now, Eowyn. Does not every man deserve a second chance?" Saruman asked.
"After the horrors you caused my people I should think not! Do you know how many died at Helms Deep? Or on any of the village burnings your Orcs went on?" She demanded, her face twisted with anger.
"Lady Eowyn, Saruman is under my control. He is here because he raised Honora for the most part of her life. He has some things he wishes to speak with her about." Gandalf said softly.
"Then he'll just have to wait until after the ceremonies as everyone else does." She snapped. The door opened behind Eowyn and Honora stood there, a look of wariness upon her face.
"Send him in here." Honora said quietly.
Saruman smiled and bowed to Eowyn then passed her by and entered the room Honora was in. The door closed quietly behind him.
"Why are you here, Saruman?" Honora asked harshly, a dagger in her hand.
"Honora, I apologize for all I have done. I was corrupted by Sauron and it was he who was trying to destroy you. I was trying to fight him but my will was not as strong as his own." Saruman apologized, "And I know this sounds like another excuse, or that I am trying to use the powers of my voice to convince you, but it is truth. Mithrandir believes this, as does the rest of the Order of Wizards. I ask your forgiveness." Saruman asked sincerely.
Honora closed her eyes and spoke for a moment quietly in Valian, the language of the Valar. She looked directly into the Istari's eyes. "You are forgiven, my friend." She said quietly then her mentor drew her into a happy embrace.
"Good luck today, you have chosen one of the few worthy of you." He whispered, then turned and left the room without a glance back. Honora slowly walked from the room, her heart higher than it had been for some time. Now almost all was good in the world, but she still did not have the approval of her true father.
"Mithrandir." She nodded slightly to the white wizard.
"I have something for you." Gandalf said, pulling something wrapped in a white silk cloth. He handed it to her gently then quickly turned and left the room.
Honora looked down at the gift in her hands and she gently set it down on the vanity table and unwrapped the gift. Her hand went to her mouth in shock when she looked upon the gift from Mithrandir and tears flood to her eyes. Two delicate crowns lay on the white silk. One, broader and a silver wreath of leaves, the second a single thin band of silver with an emerald stone that would sit gently in the wearers forehead.
She took the smaller one in shaking hands and gently set it on her head, pulling the comb Eowyn had put in her hair out and setting it on the vanity. Eowyn watched in shock as the woman transformed before her eyes. Before she had seemed scared, Eowyn had been half scared she was going to bolt before the ceremonies could even begin, but now, with the beautiful crown upon her head, she looked queenly and as though nothing in the world could ever frighten her again.
"They are the heirs crowns of Valinor." Honora told Eowyn in barely more than a whisper.