Chapter 8:

Morié woke to the sunshine brushing over her face and the giggle of voices. Raising her head groggily, she saw a beautiful robe lying on the edge of the bed and a pair of silk slippers with golden embroidery on the floor nearby. Testing her footing on the floor, she walked over and put the clothes on, followed by the slippers. Hearing the laughter of children, she glanced through the window and saw her cousins chasing each other through the gardens below. It looked like there was some movement below, but as hard as she could, she was unable to see exactly what was happening.

Opening the door, she saw the halls deserted and shrugged as she began to walk down the corridors. Turning left, she saw two doors in front of her. Placing her face against the windows, she could just vaguely make out muffled laughter and shadows before they were gone. Opening the door, Morié walked out only to be met by her uncle, in full ceremonial dress. Bowing, he offered his arm and walked her along the Imladris gardens amongst the weeping cherry trees and their blossom. As they rounded a corner, she could see four thrones in the distance among a pavilion specially resurrected, filled with banners and streamers that fluttered in the wind. The first was inhabited by Galadriel, dressed in white robes that flowed in the wind and her ceremonial jewellery. The last was inhabited by her aunt, dressed in her favourite shade of green. As they proceeded down the path towards the pavilion, Morié could see elves lining the path and smiling at her. As they reached the pavilion and Elrond conducted her to the largest throne, the crowds let out cheers and screams as she sat graciously.

But instead of sitting on the throne besides her, Elrond exited to the side and returned with Glorfindel and a large velvet pillow. On the pillow was a circlet, the metal pure silver and inlaid with star sapphires, though the largest gem was a beautiful and flawless diamond. Elrond bade Morié rise and placed the circlet gently on her forehead. As he fixed it in place, the crowd let out cheers and threw rose petals around her. Then, Elrond took a necklace from the pillow and placed it around his niece's bowed neck. The pendant fell against her breasts, a masterpiece of silver and sapphires. Finally, he placed a hairpiece of roses on her bowed head and smiled as she turned to the cheering crowds before her. In a loud voice, the heralds proclaimed,

"By the grace of the Valar, we present to you the Lady Morié Losille of the Houses of Eärendil and Elrond, Princess of Lindon, Lady of the Pered-Elven and the Night Rose of Imladris" as the crowds cheered anew and then bowed to Morié.

Holding a hand for silence, Galadriel rose and clapped once. As she lowered her hands, a procession of elven girls dressed in ethereal white robes entered down the path and bowed to Morié. They placed each of their pillows behind Galadriel and then exited the glade, bowing as they seemed to fade into the night air. Finally, only the leader remained and she stood near as Galadriel took the first gift from the pillow and beckoned for Morié to come closer. Turning, she held forth a phial of Galadriel, the contents shimmering in the sunlight as it swung from a chain. Fastening it around Morié's neck, she smiled as the phial sent prisms through the air. Then, she presented each gift until finally there was only one left. Smiling widely now, Galadriel took the last gift and presented it to the overwhelmed girl. It was a small bottle, the glass shimmering in the sun and the stopper made of translucent silver. Bowing, she presented it and with her soft voice announced what it was to the waiting crowd.

"This is a bottle of water from the Pool of Galadriel, my dear. It will heal any ill, be it in battle or through grief. It also shows foresight. Any elf may look into this bottle and they will see images that have been, things that are and things that may still be. Use it wisely."

At that, she turned and nodded to the Heralds, who shouted in their clear voices,

"Let it be known that from today, the Lady Morié Losille will be known in Lorien as the Lady Alasse' Elentari and the full grand-daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. May she be a bridge between the Elven lands of Lothlorien and Imladris once more."

As they announced that, the Ladies from the procession entered back in and brought with them another pillow of silk followed by a long train of translucent gauze material placed over their arms. Placing the veil over Morié's head and fastening it with another circlet, they took a ring from the pillow and placed it on her finger. Looking to her grand-mother in surprise, she raised her finger and light spilled from the ring onto the crowd below. "This ring symbolises the bond between these two lands. The symbols of Imladris and Lothlorien are entwined in silver, with a diamond set into the centre. May it bring you joy, mell nín," spoke Galadriel softly as the maidens finished with the veil.

Turning to face her family, Morié saw her Uncle nod and then proclaim the beginning of a feast and dismissed the crowds, who flowed back into the Feasting Hall as Morié hugged her family fiercely. Whispering the words "Law lîn síla sui ithil" in her ear, Elrond bade her change into the new dress hanging by her bed. Smiling, the three shared a private laugh as Morié rushed away to find the dress...

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Morié Losille - Night Rose in Quenya

Alasse' Elentari - Joyful Queen of the Stars

Mell nin - My dear

Law lin sila sui ithil - Your radiance shines like the moon