When everything had been finalized, Vaneldur thanked Aragorn profusely for everything he had done for him in the last few months before Aragorn ushered him out of his study, encouraging him to go find his belovéd without delay. When Faramir appeared at Aragorn's door next, the conspirators shared a knowing smile and a celebratory ale.

Vaneldur fairly ran through the Citadel on his way to Lómëmir's chamber, thinking that she was not likely to be asleep still in his chamber. Suddenly he remembered forgetting something in his chamber and raced back. He was in such haste looking for the sapphire ring from Dol Amroth, which had been his clue that his love had been taken from Minas Tirith, that he didn't notice Lómëmir sitting by the window until he was halfway out the door again.

He turned slowly, unsure if he had really seen her, she looked so otherworldly and mystical, as one to be revered deeply, in the moonlight, framed by the stars, in the pale blue gown she wore, hair long wavy hair cascading over her shoulder. When she smiled to him he ran to her and swept her up into his arms, kissing her deeply. He set her gently on the bed and knelt before her, taking her hands in his. For a moment he was lost in her eternal grey eyes. He had forgotten the many words he had planned on saying to her.

"Lómëmir, i have just been released of the Captaincy of Ithilien and given the same position in my home, Dol Amroth by the sea. Will you...," Vaneldur's voice trembled slightly, "will you come with me there and be my wife?"

For a moment Vaneldur saw his love, smiling genuinely again, radiant and lifeful, no sorrows a steady current under a mask of happiness, but truly filled with pure joy. "I will be your wife," she said simply and happily, her Elven voice making Vaneldur quiver of exhilaration. This moment would become Vaneldur's greatest treasured memory in his life.

The next day a feast was given in honor of the newly betrothed and to formally install Vaneldur as Captain of Dol Amroth. Glorfindel had had to sedate Elrond with a bottle of Dorwinion wine when he heard the news and the Peredhil had taken to muttering the phrase, "Two more years i have to put with this place...." His cousin was his mother's brother's daughter, and as such, could not choose mortality, and yet she had made the choice his own daughter had made.

Moodiness radiated out of him to the point that even the great Balrog-slayer decided to leave for a while. Erestor was the only one brave enough, or jaded enough, to sit anywhere near the Lord of Imladris at the feast. But seeing his cousin so obviously happy, almost as though nothing had ever happened, softened Elrond's thoughts. By the end of the evening, and a little more wine, he was more merely melancholy than anything, aching for the day when he would see his own wife again, something he had not allowed himself to feel in many years.

It was little less than a week later when Éomer et al returned to the White City. Most everyone who had been residing at the Citadel would be making the funeral march of Theoden to Edoras then dispersing their own separate ways. There was, again, a feast the night before the march at which Lómëmir and Vaneldur bid goodbyes to many of their friends, for they were going to remain in Gondor. They had not really intended to leave the city anyway, but when it was noted that Éomer was still not speaking, not even in a social context, to either of them it solidified that plan.

It was not until morning, however, that Lómëmir fared her cousin well. They had always been so close, especially for the years she lived in Rivendell, that it hurt her to see him so upset by her choices. When she went at morning to his chamber to bid him a safe journey, Elrond held her as if still convinced that this should be the last time he would ever see his cousin. Taking a step back he put his hands along her face, looking deeply into her eyes. "Are you really certain, Lómëmir?"

She just smiled slightly and nodded, a sincere look in her eyes.

Elrond shook his head and sighed. "I shall miss you deeply, pen-neth."

She grinned, this once she did not get angry with his pet name for her, and kissed his cheek gently. "Give my greetings to Celebrian," she said before leaving to let her cousin finish getting ready to depart his foster-son's realm.

When she met up with Glorfindel and Erestor on their way out to the courtyard where the travelers were assembling they both advised her to ignore Elrond's fears. "His mind is still half-Mortal," Glorfindel said, "and lately the Mortal half has been getting the use it missed while he was busy being a great Elf-lord."

"You know, should you happen to overstay your time here, that even Lord Námo does not keep his visitors that long," Erestor said, indicating Glorfindel, who glared at Erestor's self-satisfied smile.

Lómëmir smiled at them both, thanking them for their support and promised that she would keep in contact with the Rivendell faction, though she wondered why Legolas had not sought her out to say farewell. She knew that he and his Dwarf-friend would be traveling then returning to Gondor, she had hoped to see him before they set off, though she understood that the young Prince seemed to have much on his mind of late.

As all departed from Minas Tirith, she and Vaneldur stood and saw their respective people off as far as their eyesight allowed them. Vaneldur stayed beside Lómëmir long after his own vision no longer saw aught but the land around them, until she turned and they went back into the Citadel together.

Two months later when Aragorn and Arwen and Faramir and their people returned to Gondor, Aragorn gave the young Captain and his betrothed a grand wedding/farewell feast, for the next morning they would be leaving, as husband and wife, for Vaneldur to take up his office in Dol Amroth.

With sunrise on the morning after the wedding feast, Vaneldur woke but lazily, still in his new bride's arms and relishing entirely the fact that Elves and Men of Gondor did not have the same beliefs about separate sleeping chambers for males and females. Though he pouted at his wife's whispered reminder that he was to report to Faramir to acknowledge his departure, he knew she was right and quickly dressed as she promised everything would be ready when he came back. Most of their things had been sent on ahead three days before besides.

Faramir was sorry to see his favorite Captain, and friend, leaving, but he understood very well. After watching his mother dying for the few years he had known her, and all because Denethor would not permit her to return to her home, Faramir would never deny anyone that right. He remembered when he had put in for an assignment in Dol Amroth, instead of the extremely dangerous mission to Ithilien, how his father had reacted as though he was asking him cut of his right arm - it actually seemed vital to the former Steward that his second son make camp on Mordor's front lawn. No, Faramir knew that Dol Amroth was right for Vaneldur and Lómëmir both, and so off they set, the newlyweds, promising to keep contact with Minas Tirith as often as they could.