The remaining days were spent busily planning the wedding. There was no definite date, but they had both decided it would be a couple of a days after Beleglor arrived. Everyone was excited, as weddings were now getting to be quite rare. Indeed, the last Elf that had been born on Middle-earth was Lady Arwen, who was well over two thousand years old. Farothwen spent many hours amongst Celebrían's ten lovely handmaidens, who all fussed over her, measuring every inch of her body, but she was expressly not allowed to see her dress. The few winter blossoms and early spring ones were gathered eagerly, as the minstrels and musicians practiced. Feasts were prepared as everyone in Rivendell was invited. Everything was ready - all they were waiting on was Beleglor.

The snow was starting to melt as March crept upon them. The normally calm Ford of Bruinen was raging with snowmelt. Beautiful flowers were starting to blossom, as Farothwen recalled the tale of Lúthien, whose song broke the strong spell of winter. Everything was perfect. The animals drew forth from their winter hideaways, and birdsong was again in the trees, whose branches were covered in buds. Farothwen was grateful for the warmth and perfect sunny weather.

One day, when Elladan and Elrohir were again on errantry, Farothwen was walking through the city near the gates when she heard horses' hooves. She turned around, expecting to see the twins returning home. She got a shock.

Riding upon a massive black horse was Beleglor: on time, as Glorohtar predicted. Farothwen was overjoyed as he dismounted.

'Ada!' She rushed into his arms.

'Goodness, I almost did not recognise you, my love! How are you!' Beleglor held onto his daughter tight. 'I came as quick as I could.' Concern came upon his fair face. 'Glorohtar said you'd been hurt. Are you well?'

'Yes, I'm fine. Couldn't be better.' She raised her scarred hand to brush some hair back without thinking. Beleglor took it.

'Farothwen, what happened to your beautiful hand?'

'It's nothing, Ada, really. Come! I want you to meet my healers.' Farothwen called over her shoulder to one of Elrond's advisors, Glorfindel, as she passed.

'Glorfindel, can you get that horse stabled for me? Thank you.'

Beleglor looked around. 'I have not been here before. They say the Sindar are not welcome here.'

'Nonsense, Ada. Everyone is welcomed here. They have accepted Glorohtar and I with open arms.'

'It's beautiful here,' he replied. 'There seems to be a big celebration here.'

'Well, yes, er...' Farothwen stopped. 'Ada, I wasn't going to tell you until tonight, but I cannot wait. Glorohtar and I are getting married.'

Beleglor looked shocked at first. But then he smiled. 'It's not like I wasn't expecting it. You both have my blessing, it's just a bit of a shock.'

Farothwen giggled. 'Well, Ada, you always have been a bit slow on the uptake as to my goings-on.'

Beleglor laughed. 'Yes, that is true, sadly. Come on, show me around.'