A/N: Don't have anything to say, except thanks for the reviews, you guys! I live for feedback!

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.

Answers to Reviewers:

Haldir's Heart and Soul: I wouldn't say cold feet, I mean, I'm not him or anyone is his position, but I'd guess it would be hard to tell someone something like that...

thayzel: It was intentional to show that they are very distant in some ways and close in others, and I'm glad you enjoyed the POV changes. And I was trying to show the difference between thet two couples...

FlyingShipwreak: I've tried to put in as much conflict as I could think of(I can't think of much.)

Sarah, PrincessofRain and Rebby-Eowyn: I'm glad to hear you all are enjoying the story! I'm having a fun time writing it!

Since returning to Minas Tirith, Eldarion and I had not had much time together without the ever-present crowd of people helping us to plan our wedding. True, most of them had begun on the details quite a while ago, but this was the first time that I and my husband-to-be had jumped in and helped with decisions.

We had been back in the city for a week already-and the wedding was in 9 days, on May 30th. I almost wished that something horrible would happen and we would have to postpone the wedding, just so I would have a little more time to ready myself for this drastic change in my life.

My mother had been my greatest support and help throughout it all. It seemed she was always by my side nowadays, helping me with something or other. I barely ever had time to myself, except at night, and by then I was so tired I just fell into bed. The pestering questions that seemed pointless, and were asked over and over again by various people: "What color of tablecloth, m'lady?" That was a question I never wanted to hear again in my life.

In fact, it wasn't even the wedding that needed any planning anymore, it was the feast afterwards. I secretly wondered why they needed my opinion on everything-but there seemed to be no need to ask Eldarion's opinion. He seemed perfectly content to just sit by me while I answered all the questions.

And then there was the unexpected news that we were going to Dol Amroth for a honeymoon of sorts. I had distant family up there-my father's uncle, as far as I knew, lived there.

There was so much going on that I was surprised one morning-6 days from my wedding day- to find there was nobody to ask me anything. I had grown accustomed to there being many people about, and to there being many decisions to be made. I asked my mother about it.

"Everything is settled, Aralen. Now all you have to do is wait. Wait for the day, and wait for your wedding dress to be finished." She smiled at me gently and whispered some words of encouragement. I wondered if I should tell her of my dilemma in telling Eldarion I loved him. But I didn't. I was too proud to admit it, so I left the room.

I decided to walk in the gardens and clear my mind. I walked among the flowers, stopping occasionally to smell a certain flower. A garden, empty of anyone else, certainly gave you freedom to think. The sky was darkening, even though it was early in the afternoon, and I was positive a rainstorm was coming.

I sat down on a bench and touched the locket at my neck. My greatest fear would be that the love was not returned. Well, we were getting married, whether he loved me or not.

My thoughts were interrupted by a call of greeting from Eldarion, who was walking towards me quickly. He sat down next to me and made a few comments on the weather and such.

"Hopefully we will have fair weather for our wedding. What is it now? 6 days?" He asked. I nodded. "Six days. I'll be glad to get married." I was surprised at that statement, to be sure.

"Oh really?" Eldarion looked at me curiously. "Well, yes. I'll be proud to show off my beautiful wife to everyone." He said playfully, and he grinned at me.

I glanced at the sky after hearing thunder. It was going to rain soon. Eldarion had grown quiet. "Aralen," he said, his voice steady and low. "I have something to tell you." I shifted uncomfortably. I had never really seen him like this. He seemed a bit nervous and serious.

I felt a raindrop on my arm, then another and another. Whatever he wanted to say, he'd better get on with it, or we'd both be drenched. "Aralen," he said again. "Yes?" I prompted, wanting to get out of the rain, which would soon grow heavy.

He took a deep breath. "I must say that when I was first informed of the betrothal that I promised myself all serious feelings would be forbidden and that it would be a strict arrangement. I seem to have broken that promise. I love you, Aralen, and I admire you. I didn't want to say anything. I was too proud to admit that perhaps my parents had been right in arranging this betrothal, and so I have tried in vain to erase all the feelings that I have for you. And I have failed, greatly. I can only hope that your feelings are not the same that they were two months ago."

It was a lot to take in, his little speech. I sat for a moment, dumbfounded and unsure how to reply to such statements.

"My feelings have quite changed-indeed, they are quite the opposite. We are the same, as I have struggled with pride and telling you-or anyone, for that matter, that I love you and have hoped that you felt the same way about me."

Eldarion smiled. "You mean?" I nodded and smiled back at him. After a moment I began to laugh. It was so ironic, that we had both, in a way, promised ourselves not to fall in love and had fallen in love even so.

He stood up and took my hands, helping me to my feet. He cupped my head in his hand, leaned down, and kissed me. It was a kiss full of passion and love, and I knew, in that moment, that I loved Eldarion, Prince of Gondor, and would be proud to become his wife, and, one day, Queen of Gondor.

The End

A/N: Hope you liked it. I thought this was a good place to end it, and I hope you all did too.