Elessar and Evenstar Tie the Knot
By The Last Evenstar
My Wonderful Reviewers ~ (I finally got around to it)
Lady Laswen - Thank you! It's nice to see someone getting in the spirit of the story!
XxPeriwinkleHummingBrdxX - I feel so special!
Cerridwen - You are my most faithful reviewer! Extra custard for you!
Nevdoiel - I have read The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings series, and The Silmarillion each many times. However, I understand your frustration completely. I don't understand your first accusation - if elves don't have sex, how do they get children? As for the second one, if you reread Eowyn's conversation with Faramir in the house of healing she says that she wished Aragorn loved her, which I think kind of implies that she loves him. However, you are free to hate, but I assure you, there is no bigger fan of "the book versions" than I.
Queen Arwen - Thank you for reviewing so much! I love your stories!
Imithwennyere - It's on the way, don't fret!
Galadriel-in-disguise - Don't worry, as I have said many times, she's just confused.
Caleb9849 - I'm so glad you think so! Makes me feel smart!
Brunette at Door - My thoughts exactly!
Anamaria Evenstar - Chewy, chewy, chewy, chewy . . . now you're mad, right?
LegosGrl - It's sophisticated humor. I'm glad you liked it anyway!
ME132 - She's not mean, she's not mean, she's not mean . . . oh, you can just read the story! Twisted, hmmmmm . . . I like that!
Eccentric Beauty - Wow, I didn't even mean that to be funny!
If I missed anyone, I hereby give you the right to hang me by the ankles over a pit of sharks. I'd prefer, though, if you just hated me forever. Or if you forgave me!
And here it is . . .
You guessed it: I've now turned my black sights from Aragorn and Arwen and am now attacking in full force poor naïve Eowyn and hapless Faramir. Enjoy the party.
Chapter Ten: Of Custard and Courtship
So this is what it feels like to be married. Arwen swayed and steadied herself in Aragorn's arms. After everything that had happened, it felt strangely anticlimactic. Then again, that could be because she was so delirious with happiness.
"Arwen!" She turned to see Galadriel advancing upon her, eyes glistening with rare tears. She embraced her granddaughter. "I will hold the ceremony forever in my memory."
Aragorn smiled at the Elven lady. "It was all made possible because of your interference," he said warmly.
Arwen grinned, recalling the day in Lothlorien when Galadriel had intervened and she looked for the first time upon her beloved's face and found him handsome and strong, as opposed to the eager youth she had known. "Everything I dreamed of then has become reality," she murmured dreamily.
Aragorn's eyes twinkled. "You dreamed that you would be married in a filthy gown to a late groom among deceit and crisis?"
She laughed. "I wouldn't go that far. But I AM off to change my gown."
Aragorn watched his wife float away. His headache had been replaced by a dizzying sensation that he knew he would associate forever with his first moments of marriage. He made his way with Elrond and Galadriel into the banquet hall, where the remaining guests we milling about with a congenial buzz in the air. Legolas, Gimli, and Halbarad approached him, each bearing congratulatory smiled. Legolas was weeping softly into a lace handkerchief.
"Oh, Aragorn! The ceremony was ever so beautiful!"
Halbarad clapped Aragorn's shoulder in friendly affection. "Didn't catch a word, mate. But I'm sure it was brilliant."
The dwarf had his own affairs in mind. "When do we eat?"
The king laughed heartily. "As soon as the food is served, I suppose."
Once more Arwen glided to his side, having changed into a rose muslin gown with remarkable swiftness. "Hello, my love." Se smiled into his eyes as if sharing a private joke.
Gimli advanced on his next target. "Pardon me, Lady, but do YOU know when we eat?"
Arwen shrugged. "I haven't the faintest. Do alert me when you find out."
She did not have Gimli's attention, however. Galadriel had made her way over to the newlyweds, and the dwarf was staring open-mouthed, thrilled to be in the presence of such erethreal beauty. "Many g-greetings, Lady."
She turned and smiled at the stuttering dwarf. "Hello, Gimli, son of Gloin. It has been too long, I'm sure."
Gimli gaped. Just then, Eomer started up one of his heavy metal CDs and the guests flocked like mad to the dance floor. He turned hesitantly to the beautiful Galadriel. "L-lady, do you . . . may I . . . would you grant me . . ."
The elf smiled warmly. "Will you have this dance, Gimli Gloin's son?"
Aragorn watched the dwarf stuble with excitement as he led his much taller partner to the floor, where they began to shake in time to the music.
Celeborn came up from behind, an amused smile playing at his lips. "I never knew Galadriel could move like that!"
Eowyn drooped her head despondently as she listened to Faramir make a vehement point against Eomer's CDs. It hurt even more to see her brother getting on so well with the man whose heart she was about to break.
"Eowyn, what do think?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Faramir himself. "Heavy metal or pop?"
"Pop, definitely." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "I hate Eomer's music."
The King of Rohan looked much annoyed. "I can see where I'm not wanted!" He walked off, shaking his head. "No appreciation for music in Gondor! What philistines!"
Faramir laughed and sat down. "Look at Gimli!" Out on the dance floor, the dwarf was breakdancing furiously.
Eowyn stifled a giggle. "How . . . cultural."
Faramir grinned at her expression. "I've heard it's all the rage down in Kheled-zaram."
"No!"
He kept a straight face. "Yes. Respectable, sober dwarves take it up as recreation. And do you know, I've even seen Legolas try."
Eowyn laughed outright. "That I would like to see."
"It's true! Just after the battle at Pelannor Fields we held a small, informal celebration."
"And I wasn't invited?"
"Men only. Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to come. Anyway, Eomer busted out those horrible CDs, and Gimli, after a few ales, began dancing. Legolas was intrigued – tried it out in the spirit of friendship, he said, but we all knew he couldn't let Gimli do something better than him. So before I knew it, he was on the floor in all sorts of contortions, and just in time to the music."
"Maybe he'll do it again tonight."
"Eh – he made us swear on pain of death not to disclose it."
Her eyes widened. "What do you think you just did?"
Faramir gasped. "Oh! Eowyn," he said jokingly, "don't let this get out, or I'll have a crazed elf after me in the night."
Just then, someone managed to change the melody to the sweet, soulful sounds of a lute, and the crowd disintegrated as King Elessar led his Queen onto the dance floor. After a few moments, Faramir worked up his courage. "Lady Eowyn, would you permit me?"
Eowyn hesitated. She told herself it wasn't wise; she was only going to end up hurting him more. But a greater part of her WANTED to be out there, to hear the music and dance with Faramir; to not break their rapport just yet. Just one dance, I promise. Then I'll follow my heart and do the right thing.
She let the Steward lead her out to the dance floor.
Pippin squealed with excitement as the first course was laid before him. "Look, Merry! One of our tomatoes!"
Sam watched with distaste as Pippin gulped down the meal. "How can you tell?"
"We took ALL the tomatoes," Merry explained.
Frodo was struggling to eat using a fork. Eventually, he gave in and reached right into the bowl with his hands.
"Manners, Frodo Baggins!" Gandalf came to sit beside the hobbits. "None of that, now! This is a formal occasion!"
Merry watched a crowd of men raise their glasses drunkenly and cry, "For Gondor!" Across the room, another intoxicated crowd responded belligerently.
"Rohan!"
"Gondor!"
"Rohan!"
"Smelly horses!"
"Dirty men!"
The hobbit shook his head. "Oh, yes, Gandalf. Formal indeed."
If you have any ideas, E-MAIL ME! Or review, it's all the same. Only a few more chapters, chicas, then I gotta finish "A Very Gondor Christmas" BEFORE the 25th. Who wants to read a holiday story in January? Not me.