Author's Note: As I said in my earlier chapters, I do not own anything you recognize as Tolkien's. I do own Arariel. My story is not following the stories created by Tolkien. For instance, I know that Arwen had two brothers; I have not included them in my story. Secondly, I know that elven marriages are not all the walking down the aisle, rings, vows etc. but as I have not actually been to an elven wedding, I made it into what I know a wedding is. I am sorry if you have a problem with this, but if you don't like it, don't read it!
Arariel stood at the top of the city. It was almost sunset and the fields below her were cast in an orange light. She was dressed in her garments that Arwen had given her from her father. The orange light reflected off her hair making her seem as though she was glowing. Arwen stood next to her, her hands shaking slightly. On her other side was her husband-to-be, Legolas. He was dressed in his formal attire, which was a deep bottle green colour. He also wore a circlet, which strangely enough, looked very similar to her own. She smiled to her self, thinking of her father and how well he had arranged everything. Silently she thanked him. On the other side of Legolas, acting in the place of best man (since Gimli could not be there) was Aragorn, dressed in his more formal looking clothes, than his usual ranger attire.
The priest began his sermon. To Arariel it seemed as though the whole ceremony passed by like a blur. Before she knew it, Legolas was pulling her towards him, to "kiss his bride".
Just before the kiss ended, everyone who was present at the wedding, and perhaps the whole city too, heard the sound of a trumpet blaring. Arariel turned and looked out over the fields, shading her eyes from the sun.
"Oh no..." she heard Legolas mutter from beside her.
And then she saw it. Ancalime. Accompanied by King Thranduil himself. Inwardly she groaned. She clasped Legolas' hand in her own and turned towards him.
"What are we going to do?"
"I do not know, melamin. But there is one thing I do know. There is absolutely nothing my father can do. We are bound. No one, not even my father can break that." (My love)
"Arariel?"
"Yes Arwen?" she asked, turning towards her sister.
"Just be careful what you say" Arwen knew of her sister's mouth and how much trouble it had gotten them into when they were children.
"Excuse me, your highness?"
"Yes Hamaself?" asked Aragorn impatiently.
"The King has arrived and wishes to speak with yourself, the queen, his son and Lady Arariel."
"You can send him up, thank you Hamaself"
They all waited impatiently for the King to make his way up to the courtyard. Arariel let go of Legolas' hand and clasped her hands together. Her hands shaking uncontrollably now. She felt like a naughty child awaiting her punishment. Slowly the King approached them.
"Legolas!" he roared, "Is this true?"
"What father?"
"Do not play games with me my boy. You know perfectly well of what I speak"
Legolas shot a glare towards Ancalime.
"It is true father"
The king narrowed his eyes, trying to see past Legolas to where Arariel was standing.
"Bring forth Lady Arariel"
Arariel stepped around Legolas to stand in front of the King. She curtsied, not taking her eyes from him.
"You are the daughter of Elrond"
"Yes, your highness"
The King sighed.
"I too had foreseen this day"
"What do you mean, father?"
"When you were both children, Elrond visited me in Mirkwood. He told me of what he saw in Lady Galadriel's mirror. He saw of your wedding to Lady Arariel. But, you, my son were already betrothed. I insisted that it should not happen, that Arariel must be taken to Valinor, because Lady Ancalime's father was troubling me everyday with demands and requests for his daughter to marry my son. Elrond had already planned that you, Lady Arariel, would accompany him to Valinor." The King paused, "But when you refused, he knew that he must set about preparing you, for your wedding day. I refused to believe that you would meet and one day be bound, so I continued to push Legolas and Ancalime together. I was stupid to believe that Lady Galadriel's mirror would lie. But it appears that I should not have caused my son such heartache. It is folly to believe that an arranged marriage would work out."
"Why did you not tell me of this father?"
"I thought it wise not to tell you son, or you would spend your days trying to find Lady Arariel, when I was not certain she was still in Middle Earth. I apologise to both of you, for trying to protect my son"
"You are just going to let them be bound? What about me?" screamed Ancalime.
"It seems, My Lady," said the King, "That they are already bound"
"WHAT?"
Legolas stepped forward.
"Lady Ancalime, I would like you to meet my wife," his arm circling around Arariel's. He looked at his father, who nodded, "Princess Arariel Greenleaf of Mirkwood"
"I will get you! If it is the last thing I do!" she screamed and spun on her heel, where two guards greeted her.
"Guards, can you please escort Lady Ancalime to her inn and see that she stays there?" asked Aragorn.
"Of course, your highness"
They escorted a screaming and kicking Ancalime to her inn, trying their best to keep her still.
"Well how about some dinner then?" asked the King, clasping his hands together, "I am absolutely famished, and I would like to get to know my new daughter-in-law a little better"
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