We travelled to Gondor together, and when we were within a few miles of the walls, we were able to see the city, so festively decorated. We could also see the White Tree and by these signs I knew that he lived, and that he was also waiting.
My father gave his blessing on my marriage to Aragorn, now Elessar, King of Anor and Gondor. We were married on Midsummer's eve, the most blissful moment of my life.
[A/N I'm going to do an account of the wedding…and maybe the wedding night in a separate fanfic…please don't kill me…or flame me…I will use the flames to cook two minute noodles on.]
But not long after the wedding, it came time for my father to leave, to return to Rivendell, just as Galadriel and Celeborn had to return to Lothlórien, and the hobbits to the Shire. We accompanied them some of the way, but outside the ruins of Isengard came our final parting. He took me up into the hills where we spoke alone.
I begged him to stay in Gondor with me but he answered,
"You gave up your life's grace. I can protect you no longer." I felt my heart turn to ice within me, the first of partings that were certain to come. He never asked me to go with him to the Blessed Realm, knowing that I be torn. Part of me wished to go, to see Valinor in all its splendour, to find rest beneath the shady trees of Lórien and above all, to see my mother again. But the other and larger part knew that I had to remain. What my father said was true. I am mortal, because of my choice. And mortal cannot step foot upon the Undying Lands, unless fate has shown them some special path. Thus torn I was and have been since. We embraced for what seemed like an eternity, tears flowing freely. Neither of us wished to break this last bond, the final threads of a family. But we had to. His final words to me were farewell. Namári