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Chapter 51--The Wedding

The three months had passed faster then any of them had wanted. Today Arwen would become the queen of Minas Tirith and Legolas would leave for the west. Thranduil and Jadriel had arrived earlier. His people would be at the ocean making the last preparations to sail.

Aragorn had gone out to his balcony after he was ready to get a breath of fresh air. He had wanted to talk with Legolas a final time before the ceremony, but had not had a free minute to do so. Hopefully there would be time after the wedding. He heard a knock on the door and went to answer it. "Good morning, ada," he said.

Elrond glided into the room, looking regal in his formal robes of silver and gold. "How are you holding up?" he asked.

"Well enough, have you spoken to Legolas today?" Aragorn asked.

"Yes, briefly. He is helping set up for the reception in the ballroom with Qui and your brothers," Elrond said.

"Could you get him for me? I really want to speak to him," Aragorn asked.

"I will get him, but remember that you are to be married in one hour," Elrond said. He left and headed for the ballroom. When he entered he looked around and saw Legolas across the room and went over to him. "Aragorn wants to see you, pen-neth," he said.

"I will go at once, thank you," Legolas said. He left the room.

Aragorn was waiting and ushered him into the room. "Thanks for coming Legolas. I have been wanting to speak to you all morning," he said.

"What about?" Legolas asked.

"I just wanted to say how much we will all miss you and that I hope you will be happy in Valinar," Aragorn said.

"I will be and I will miss all of you too, but I know you and Arwen will be happy. I must go and finish getting ready myself," Legolas said and left.

Legolas entered his room and found all was laid out and ready. He took a bath then pulled on a blue shirt, tan leggings and a silver tunic. Just as he finished lacing the tunic someone knocked. "Come in!" he called.

Thranduil entered the room. "You look very elegant, little one," he said.

"Thank you, ada, so do you," Legolas said. Thranduil was dressed much like him only his tunic was gold. Jadriel would be dressed like his father to show his status of crown prince. Legolas sat down at the dressing table and brushed out his hair then began braiding it in the formal style that was expected on such an occasion.

Thranduil was completely ready, so he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you at peace with your decision, Greenleaf?" he asked gently.

"Yes, father, I want to go with you and Jadriel," Legolas said, deftly doing the last braid.

"Just remember to listen to your heart. It will not lead you astray," Thranduil chided.

"I will, ada, do not worry," Legolas said.

Finally it was time. Aragorn went to the great courtyard where the wedding would be held and took his place. His eyes sought out each of his friends in the crowd. Each offered a smile or an encouraging nod. The music started, signaling the bride's approach. Aragorn turned to face the proper way.

Arwen soon came into sight, escorted by Elrond. She walked slowly and regally, head held high. Admiring whispers and murmurs rose from the huge crowd watching.

Aragorn could only stare. She was so beautiful.

Arwen's gown was the purest white, decorated with small gems the reflected the light into hundreds of little rainbows. A mithril circlet with a star shaped diamond glittering on her brow set off her dark hair. She smiled at him as they reached his side.

Aragorn mentally kicked himself and smiled back then offered his hand.

Elrond removed his daughter's hand from his arm, kissed the back of it then laid her hand. He laid it in Aragorn. "To you I give the Evenstar of her people, I also bless the marriage between you, treat her well," he said in a strong clear voice.

"I swear to you that I shall," Aragorn said in reply.

Elrond lowered his voice so only Aragorn could hear him. "You had better or else you will be sorry," he growled. He turned and went to his place.

Arwen smiled in amusement. She had heard every word.

"Face me if you would," the priest said and began the ceremony.

Thranduil glanced at Legolas after the priest had gone on nearly a half an hour, expecting him to be getting restless. He found that Legolas was staring at Arwen as if in a trance. "Pen-neth, are you well?" he whispered, nudging Legolas discreetly.

Legolas started. "Aye, I am fine, ada," he said. He sounded calm, but his thoughts were reeling at what he thought he'd seen.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, King Elessar, you may kiss your bride," the priest said.

Aragorn lifted Arwen's veil and kissed her tenderly to resounding cheers.

The reception could now begin….

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Sorry, hope this sounded all right, I'll get into a bit of the reception in the next chapter…R/R please!