CHAPTER 5- Eámanë remained seated after everyone left and spoke with her father. On her way out of the Great Hall, She was stopped briefly. "So how did it feel?" Legolas asked her, emerging from the shadows cast by the heavy doors. Turning around quickly, She asked, "How did what feel?" "Making the decision of a queen? Deciding on the fate of Middle-Earth?" She smirked. "You made it right along with me. Do you feel the verdict to be the wrong one?" Eámanë asked as she watched Legolas step closer to her. She stared listlessly into his exquisite blue eyes. "Do you?" This time it was his turn to smirk. "No, I do not." She stated boldly. The next evening, her father sent for her. He was in the courtyard, looking over the dark pool in the center of the area. "Tonight, you are to wed, my daughter." He said as she approached him from behind. He did not turn around to face her as she spoke. "And tomorrow I and my fellow lords are to leave and travel to the western shores. There we will take the ship and join our spouses and ancestors in the halls of Valinor." The turning around, he continued. "And you will then obtain the seat and honor of Eámanë, queen of Lorien and Mirkwood. And lady to a noble and brave Lord, Legolas." "Father, you know I know nothing of being a lady or a queen. Only a week ago I was hunting in the woods without a care in the world, now you lay all this upon my shoulders. I fear…" "You will not fail, my queen." Legolas said, walking directly up behind her and laying his hands on my arms that hung at her sides. "I will always be here for you." He whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, listening to him as he spoke reassuring words of elven in her ear. Then she finally turned around and looked up into his sparkling blue eyes that shone down at her. She smiled, happy to feel his embrace. That evening as her chambermaids took her to her room, she was shone one of the most exquisite of dresses ever to be received by an elven princess. (; that is the picture of the dress that Eámanë wore.) After she was done dressing and her raven black hair was brushed down her back, a silky white cloak was adorned upon her shoulders. (I have never been to an elven wedding so I made all this up!) She met her father at the foot of the tallest tree in the Lorien city, last time as princess. Celeborn smiled proudly at her as she gracefully mounted upon one of the Miras, noblest of all horses. She sat sideways on the saddle, something she was not at all accustomed to doing. Eámanë to one last deep breath before nodding to her father to lead her on. She could see to the end of the gardens where Legolas stood upon a small platform, clad in a royal tunic and cloak. On either side of the pathway stood the armies of Haldir, Elrond and Thranduil, all in their most decorated uniforms. Once arriving to the end of the gardens, she dismounted to the assistance of the Prince of Mirkwood. He gave her a quick and shy smile before turning once again to Elrond who stood nobly at the head of the pathway. There, the ceremony was performed and an elvish blessing was spoken. Legolas then swung up on the same horse that she had been on, and then assisted her in front of him. They rode to the base of the highest tree and climbed the long stairs to the highest balcony. There, they overlooked their people and lands, this time as their king and queen. Standing there, overlooking all that she owned, Eámanë couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and sorrow. She did not know why, but somehow she felt more trapped than ever. Several minutes passed, then Legolas finally spoke, "I know this arrangement was not to your liking, but I hope that through the ages you may change your mind about the way you feel for me. For I know I already feel it." His eyes remained fixed on the people below who were cheering madly, but Eámanë looked over at him, shocked to hear his words. Then turning back to the manifestation beneath them, Eámanë smiled coyly. "Thank you." She said, barely above a whisper.