The next night
Farothwen and Glorohtar met for their nightly tryst. Glorohtar met her, grinning broadly as they kissed.
'Why are you so happy?' Farothwen asked.
'Because tonight is a special night.'
'Why?'
'Come with me and I will show you.'
He took her hand and led her into the trees. Eventually they came to the side of a lake that Farothwen never knew existed. The sky was clear of trees, and the heavens were visible, the stars and Moon twinkling in the velvet skies. The moonlight was shining upon the lake, the waters reflecting it, making the lovers' faces shimmer.
'This is beautiful,' Farothwen breathed. 'Why have you brought me here?'
Glorohtar took a deep breath and took her hands in his.
'Because, tonight... I want you to become my wife.'
Farothwen gasped. Her face then broke out into a grin. 'Yes.'
Glorohtar sighed. 'I wish the whole of Arda could know that we are husband and wife, but we have to just swear to each for now. Will you?'
Farothwen nodded. 'I will.'
'All right, I will go first.' Glorohtar looked at Farothwen, the water's reflected moonlight dancing across her auburn locks and alabaster skin. He had never seen her look so beautiful. The Valar couldn't have made a more lovely night for him. He took a deep breath.
'With Ilúvatar and Manwë as my witnesses, I swear to be true to you, Farothwen, taking you as my wife. I will be faithful, devoted, and caring, and I will love you for the many happy years we will spend together on this earth.'
Glorohtar noticed tears welling in Farothwen's eyes as she went to speak.
'With Ilúvatar and Manwë as my witnesses, I swear to be true to you, Glorohtar, taking you as my husband. I will be loyal, I will cherish you, and I will remain with you and love you no matter what happens, for the rest of my life.'
A tear made its way down her cheek. Glorohtar gently wiped it away and smiled.
'My beautiful wife.'
He gently kissed her, sealing their vow.
Farothwen and Glorohtar met for their nightly tryst. Glorohtar met her, grinning broadly as they kissed.
'Why are you so happy?' Farothwen asked.
'Because tonight is a special night.'
'Why?'
'Come with me and I will show you.'
He took her hand and led her into the trees. Eventually they came to the side of a lake that Farothwen never knew existed. The sky was clear of trees, and the heavens were visible, the stars and Moon twinkling in the velvet skies. The moonlight was shining upon the lake, the waters reflecting it, making the lovers' faces shimmer.
'This is beautiful,' Farothwen breathed. 'Why have you brought me here?'
Glorohtar took a deep breath and took her hands in his.
'Because, tonight... I want you to become my wife.'
Farothwen gasped. Her face then broke out into a grin. 'Yes.'
Glorohtar sighed. 'I wish the whole of Arda could know that we are husband and wife, but we have to just swear to each for now. Will you?'
Farothwen nodded. 'I will.'
'All right, I will go first.' Glorohtar looked at Farothwen, the water's reflected moonlight dancing across her auburn locks and alabaster skin. He had never seen her look so beautiful. The Valar couldn't have made a more lovely night for him. He took a deep breath.
'With Ilúvatar and Manwë as my witnesses, I swear to be true to you, Farothwen, taking you as my wife. I will be faithful, devoted, and caring, and I will love you for the many happy years we will spend together on this earth.'
Glorohtar noticed tears welling in Farothwen's eyes as she went to speak.
'With Ilúvatar and Manwë as my witnesses, I swear to be true to you, Glorohtar, taking you as my husband. I will be loyal, I will cherish you, and I will remain with you and love you no matter what happens, for the rest of my life.'
A tear made its way down her cheek. Glorohtar gently wiped it away and smiled.
'My beautiful wife.'
He gently kissed her, sealing their vow.