A/N: Here it is! The moment we've all been waiting for: the wedding of Glorohtar and Farothwen. This is by no means the end of the story, but thank you anyway to all those who have read it. It's been around for about 18 months now, and I only hope it will get better as time goes on. :D I hope you enjoy.

Farothwen was gently shaken from her dreamless sleep just after sunrise, by someone softly calling her name and shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Celebrían and Arwen standing over her. Celebrían as usual had her wide smile.

'Come, dear, it is time. Don't bother to get dressed, just come with us. We will look after you.'

Farothwen sleepily rose from her bed in her nightdress. She was a little cold, as the dawn still had a bite to it, but it warmed quickly into a beautiful spring day. Of course, every day was beautiful in Imladris, Vilya not allowing the extremes of summer and winter to hold full sway in the valley. It would snow very few times, usually towards the end of winter when it was milder. She followed Celebrían and Arwen to the chambers where she was to get ready. She expected to immediately start preparing, but Celebrían and Arwen just wanted to spend some time with her, partly to calm her nerves, which were already starting to appear. Arwen gave Farothwen some strong sweet tea which gave her energy and fully awakened her. They sat around on comfortable lounges and daybeds and talked.

Farothwen was a bit overwhelmed. 'Lady Celebrían… Lady Arwen… I really do not know how to thank you for all you have done for me.'

'Do not thank us, dear,' Celebrían replied. 'You are as family to us, and we love you as our own. It is an honour that we could help you in such a way.'

Farothwen smiled at her, tears welling in her eyes. Arwen immediately sat next to her. In the very short time they had known each other, due to their turbulent first meeting, they had become close.

Arwen put her arms around her. 'Oh, sweetard! Do not cry! We can't have you marry with red eyes!'

Farothwen laughed at her silliness in spite of her tears. 'Don't mind me, Arwen. I'm just a silly human.'

Arwen smiled. 'And we love you just the same.' She gently kissed her forehead. 'Be happy, little one. We will always be here for you.'

Farothwen looked at her. 'I know.'

Celebrían got Farothwen something small to eat, the nerves getting the better of her again. The sun rose higher, and birdsong was in the trees. It could not be more perfect. At last, the time came for Farothwen to start getting ready.

Arwen covered Farothwen's eyes with her hand, laughing at her consternation. When she finally lifted it, Farothwen was struck dumb.

Celebrían proudly held Farothwen's dress high for her to see. It was an emerald green, exactly the same colour as the dress she wore when she met Glorohtar on that fateful night that seemed so long ago, but in reality was only just over a year. The skirt and sleeves were full, trimmed with silver, as was the scooped neck. The sleeves were embroidered with silver leaves, silver bands also reaching around her arms. The dress itself was a silky velvet, soft to the touch and light to wear. A small train trailed on the ground, but it was just the right height for Farothwen. When she wore the much-taller Lady Arwen's dresses, she was forever tripping over the beautiful hems. She blushed to think of how many dresses had to be darned because of her.

Celebrían looked to Farothwen for her approval. Her question was answered with a big smile.

'It is so beautiful, Celebrían. Thank you.'

She smiled. 'The pleasure is all mine. Here, let's get you into it.'

Celebrían slid the dress easily over Farothwen's head and tied the laces at the back while Arwen adjusted the sleeves, making sure they fell properly and sitting the dress perfectly on Farothwen's slender shoulders. Celebrían brushed the dress down, wiping away non-existent specks of dirt. She beamed with pride.

'You look absolutely beautiful, my dearest. But we are not done with you yet!'

Celebrían and Arwen somehow managed to tame Farothwen's unruly waves into beautiful, sleek waves, much like the ones they bore. Her hair was almost as dark as Arwen's, but with tinges of red. They braided her hair back and set a circlet of weaved silver upon her head, a green jewel on her forehead. She was starting to relax and she revelled in this pampering. She glowed, it seemed to Arwen, and she was almost as fair as an Elf. In fact, it was sometimes easy to forget that she was not Elven, were it not for her rounded ears, a stark reminder. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks and lips were rosy, and her skin clear. She was very pale normally, her injuries not leaving her completely. At last, she was finally ready. She felt strange clad in Elven garb somewhat, but she also felt at home.

Celebrían stepped back to look at her. 'At last, you are ready. Arwen, would you bring the glass?'

Arwen nodded and carefully brought over the large looking-glass Celebrían had. Farothwen caught sight of herself. She could not believe what she was seeing. Surely this was not her. This had to be an Elven-maid. It was not Farothwen of the Dúnedain.

Farothwen carefully reached up to touch her face. This was real. It was her in the glass. She knew that Elves had magic, but she did not think they had magic such as this.

'Your beauty was there all along, Farothwen,' Celebrían said, as if reading her thoughts. 'It was just hidden under the shy exterior and the scars of a tortured past. But be tortured no longer, child. Your time has come.'

Farothwen turned and looked at Celebrían, her eyes saying more than words ever could. Celebrían gathered her in her arms and held her.

'I am glad you came to us. I am proud to call you family,' Celebrían said soothingly.

'Me too,' was all Farothwen could say.

Arwen embraced her as well. 'May you have peace, muinthel nin.'

'May you be blessed, muinthel nin,' Farothwen replied as Arwen drew back with a hand lovingly on the back of her head, her hand seeking Farothwen's. Farothwen had her other hand on Arwen's shoulder. Arwen leaned down and kissed Farothwen's brow, and then rested her forehead against hers. Celebrían laid her hand on Arwen's other shoulder.

'Undómiel, we must get ready ourselves.' She turned to Farothwen. 'Amarien is waiting outside for you, Farothwen, she shall take care of everything else. We will see you soon enough.'

Glorohtar was woken by squeals. At first he thought it was Glorwen and Mornel, but he opened his eyes to see Elladan and Elrohir jump onto his bed and shake him.

'Wake up, brother!' Elrohir cried excitedly. 'You must get ready!'

'What?' Glorohtar was a bit startled. 'Where's Farry?' he asked sleepily.

'She's with Nana and Arwen. Come on, you, you have to get dressed as well.'

Glorohtar stared at them with squinted eyes from the bright sunlight. 'Why are you on my bed?'

'Because we have to wake you up! Come on, get up!' Elladan pulled Glorohtar out of bed so sharply he almost fell to the floor.

'You're acting like a pair of Elflings. It's only my wedding day.' Glorohtar said this completely seriously, but his smile gave away his jest. The twins laughed.

'My, Glorohtar, I knew not you had a sense of humour!' Elrohir said. 'Come on, Glorwen and Mornel are waiting for you. We've got to go and get Beleglor as well. We'll see you soon!'

Glorohtar looked down. 'In my bedclothes?'

'Yes, now come on!'

Elladan and Elrohir opened the door where the equally excited handmaidens awaited Glorohtar. Elladan gave them a sneaky smile and wink while he thrust the bewildered Glorohtar out the door. Glorohtar very quickly woke up when they practically ran with him up to Celebrían's chambers. It was a sight to see as the three of them ran, black and gold hair streaming in the sunlight, wide smiles on their faces. Glorohtar was giddy with excitement and anticipation, getting caught up in the mood of everyone around him. Everyone in Rivendell was in such high spirits, this day being long awaited.

As soon as he walked into the room where he was to be dressed, Elladan and Elrohir brought in an equally giddy Beleglor. Glorohtar looked sidelong at him and the twins.

'Ada, did you just skip in here?'

Beleglor laughed heartily. 'So I did, Glor. Forgive me, this foolish old man, but it is not every day your only child is to be married.'

'Oh, you're not old. You're barely older than me.'

'And besides, no one witnessed the moment of your true marriage.'

Glorohtar bowed his head. 'That is true. I am sorry, Ada, but we had to keep it secret.'

Beleglor laid a hand on his shoulder. 'It is all right. At least we are all together now, with our new beloved friends and family.'

Glorohtar smiled. 'I think the whole of Imladris are our family now.'

Four maidens, Glorwen, Mornel, Bainwen and Tauriel, appeared with their clothes. Bainwen smiled at Glorohtar's remark.

'It is true, Master Glorohtar. Some people whom you have never even seen know your story.'

'Is everyone here?' Elladan asked. Tauriel nodded.

'The whole realm.'

Beleglor's eyes widened. 'Eru almighty! The whole of Imladris?'

Elrohir smiled. 'Some will do anything for some of our house's wine.'

Glorohtar chuckled. Glorwen smiled.

'Come on, Master Elrohir, Master Elladan, out, you have to get ready.'

'All right, all right,' replied Elladan with his hands in the air in surrender. Mornel and Bainwen pushed them out the door and went to retrieve their clothes as Glorwen and Tauriel helped Beleglor and Glorohtar dress.

Glorohtar wore leggings, boots and a tunic of silver, with an emerald green robe over the top. It was exactly the same as Farothwen's dress, even down to the embroidery. Glorohtar could not believe he was wearing such fine and beautiful clothes. He looked up at Beleglor as Tauriel tied a silver sash about his waist. Beleglor was beaming with pride.

'You look wonderful, my son, like an Elf-prince of old.'

Glorohtar surveyed Beleglor in his silver outfit. 'You don't look so bad yourself, Ada. You carry it better than me.'

'But it is not my day. It is yours.'

Glorohtar stood still while his gold hair was braided and a simple silver circlet was placed on his head, feeling awfully out of place in such fair clothing fit for royalty. Glorwen looked over at him while she braided Beleglor's hair and smiled.

'You look fine, Master Glorohtar. Do not think that you are not worthy of your clothes. They would not have been made if the Lord and Lady did not think that you would be fit for them.' She adjusted Beleglor's sleeves and stood back to survey the Elves.

'I think we are finished, Tauriel?'

The dark-headed maiden nodded. 'We are. Now, you must take your places, the bride will be along very soon!'

Amarien completed Farothwen's outfit, giving her beaded green slippers and a beautiful bunch of white sweet-smelling spring blossoms to hold. Farothwen stood to collect her thoughts before she wandered to where she was supposed to start her walk. The courtyard made her gasp in delight. Ribbons hung everywhere, as did flowers. Every Elf in Rivendell was there, patiently awaiting her. Petals fell from the sky, seemingly, and her long path was covered with them. The whole of the armoured Imladris guard lined the path, swords in their hands, facing inward as if they were to guard her. The ones at the top held spears. In the distance she could see the Lord and Lady awaiting her, dressed in beautiful robes of rich burgundy. She took a deep breath. It was time.

At her first step, alone, Lindir sang a beautiful lay that spoke of love and adversity as Farothwen slowly made her way into the light, the only sound being Lindir's fair voice without music. Everyone stood to look, their Elvish eyes seeing how beautiful she looked. But she was not to walk all the way alone.

Halfway up the path, before she was to reach the seats of the crowd, Glorohtar stood on her right side, waiting for her. As she approached him, she could see the happiness and pride in his blue eyes, the smile wide on his face. Behind him stood Elladan and Elrohir in matching silver outfits, their smiles wide also. Arwen and Beleglor stood on the other side to accompany Farothwen, Arwen in a simple yet beautiful silver dress and holding a small bunch of flowers, and Beleglor in an outfit similar to the twins'. Arwen wore a smile, but her eyes brimmed with tears. Farothwen thought she saw tears in her fathers' eyes as well. When she stood next to Glorohtar, all five bowed to her, as was traditional. This small gesture made Farothwen cry.

'Don't cry,' Glorohtar mouthed to her, offering his arm. She took it and they walked together towards Elrond and Celebrían, Arwen and Beleglor following Farothwen, and Elladan and Elrohir following Glorohtar. Farothwen finally broke out into a smile, the smiles of the crowd as she walked past being contagious. Not a soul present seemed less than ecstatic at the proceedings, being so long since anything as happy as a wedding took place in the valley.

Finally, after an eternity, Farothwen and Glorohtar reached the end of the path. As she walked past, the guard standing at the top of her side gently tapped Farothwen across the bottom with the handle of his spear. Farothwen turned around, shocked, and laughed when she saw the grin of Glorfindel, his helmet not completely hiding his face. Glorohtar laughed as well, glad to hear Farothwen laugh again. It had seemed so long since she did. Even Celebrían failed to hide a giggle.

With their composure regained, the six stood before Elrond and Celebrían, with Farothwen and Glorohtar in the centre. Elrond spoke first, his melodious voice heard by all.

'My friends, we are all gathered here to witness this happy event, a rare occurrence in times such as these. We will not speak of such dark things, as today belongs to Farothwen of the Edain, and Glorohtar of the Edhil, who are here to pledge themselves once again, but this time before all their friends and loved ones.'

Celebrían smiled benevolently, her smile very much her mother's. She spoke in her comforting, dream-like voice. 'Come forth, my children.'

Farothwen and Glorohtar took a step forward and knelt before them.

'It has been not very long since you both came into our care,' Celebrían continued, 'and yet it seems that long we have known you. Farothwen, you came to us by the love and care of Elrohir, and for a long while it seemed that we had lost you. But even as you lay on the threshold of death, we could see an inner light and strength within you. We came to know you as a beautiful maiden with a sweet voice and an even sweeter tongue to match.'

Farothwen blushed at this point: she did not know that Celebrían had heard her singing to herself while she recovered.

'And then soon after Glorohtar came to us out of love of Farothwen. As we watched him sit by her bedside day after day, we knew how deep their love ran and what they went through in order to be together. Glorohtar was the best husband any maid could wish for. The pain in his eyes as his wife hovered between life and death was heartbreaking, but Farothwen made it through due to her strength and the knowledge that he was by her side. Not many of us can claim that love saved our lives. And now they come to the final step: swearing to each other for the second time in front of everyone they know and love. May their lives be filled with happiness and joy.'

Elrond bade them rise. 'Do you swear to each other, to be at each other's side for the rest of your lives, to love each other come what may?'

'We do,' they answered together.

'Then speak, my children,' Celebrían said, 'and let all of Imladris hear your promise!'

Farothwen and Glorohtar turned to each other, their hands joined. Glorohtar spoke first.

'What seems many moons ago, I told you that I would love you and care for you always, but I forgot to mention one thing. I forgot to tell you that I would follow you to whatever end you may face. I have already followed you this far, from Mirkwood to Imladris, and we have found happiness here. I have been given this chance to promise myself to you anew, and to tell you that when your days end upon this earth, mine will as well. I will follow you beyond the circles of this world into eternity, my soul resting with those of men, forever bound with yours. Our days together may only seem short in the eyes of my kind, but they shall be the happiest days that any of the Edhil shall have. I choose a mortal life to be with you, and though my life shall fade, my love never will.'

Tears glistened in Farothwen's eyes as she heard this promise, Celebrían fearing that she was so overwhelmed that she would not be able to speak. Glorohtar gently smiled and wiped her tears away as soon as she took a deep breath.

'They say that the gift of The One was given to Men, in the form of mortality. Although I am long-lived for one of my kind, my days are still short in the eyes of the Eldar. I only wish that I was one of them, so that I may spend the rest of eternity with you. Many look upon death as the end, but it is not. Love can survive death, and when my days end, my love for you will endure. In the months that have followed our promise, nothing in my mind has changed, except that my resolve has become even stronger. I shall bind myself to you again as your wife, and I promise that I will be by your side no matter what evil may befall us, just as you stayed by mine. I am in debt to you for that, and I shall spend the rest of my life trying to repay you. I only hope that my love is enough.'

Glorohtar himself looked on the verge of tears. 'You have no debt with me,' he mouthed as they turned to face their Lord and Lady.

'We have heard these solemn vows,' Elrond said. 'And we give these two our leave to live as they please for the rest of their lives.'

'We have all come to love them,' Celebrían said, 'and we will give them all our greatest wishes for their future together.'

Elrond took Farothwen's face in his hands and kissed her brow, Celebrían kissing Glorohtar in the same way.

Elrond smiled as he wiped Farothwen's tears away.

'Now they are bound, both in our eyes and the eyes of the Valar,' Celebrían declared.

'Forever husband and wife, and we give them our deepest blessings,' Elrond finished. 'Glorohtar?' he prompted.

Glorohtar turned to Farothwen and smiled. He placed a hand on her cheek, marvelling at how beautiful she was, but he could wait no longer for this moment. Taking Farothwen by surprise, he quickly and passionately kissed her, holding her close to him. Then she embraced him, laughing in her happiness.

There was not a sad face nor a dry eye among the crowd, who applauded and cheered loudly. Farothwen and Glorohtar led the way back down the path towards the feast hall, Arwen, Beleglor and the twins after them, then Glorfindel and the rest of the royal guard. Farothwen and Glorohtar practically ran to the hall, not being able to wait until they could properly thank their loved ones away from the formality and tradition of a wedding.