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Daelon pulled from Legolas' grasp. She turned to him, her soft green eyes meeting his.
"You truly see beauty here?" Daelon asked, sweeping her arms down the length of her body.
"I would not have said it did I not mean it. Your beauty is not totally in your body, it is in your heart, and your mind, Daelon. You must believe me when I say that it is true."
"If you say so, Elf," Daelon said, she smiled weakly at him. She had her doubts, how could someone that had gone through what she had, have any beauty left? She shook her head realizing she was not only sweaty and dirty but soaked as well. "I must go bathe, Legolas. I will see you at evening meal." She kissed him lightly on the lips, and then proceeded to gather her weapons.
"Evening meal is not for hours yet; will you not see me before?" Legolas asked; he did not want to let her go just yet.
"No, I will not. I am going to bathe and then perhaps take a nap," Daelon said, smiling at the elf. She turned and walked away.
Legolas followed at almost dreamy pace.
"Your head is in the clouds, my friend," Aragorn said as they approached. Legolas had not noticed them. Aragorn knew that feeling, he knew Legolas would run after Daelon if given the chance, he did not intend to let the elf do that. Daelon would not take kindly to an overabundance of affection.
Daelon entered the bathing chamber to find that Arwen and Eowyn had beaten her there.
Daelon turned to go back up the steps when her boot scuffed the stone floor, the sound carrying. She cringed inwardly, knowing the others had heard the sound.
"Daelon, please do not leave on our account," Arwen said. "Please, join us."
"Yes, please, we have been discussing wedding arrangements," Eowyn said, smiling brightly.
"The wedding will be soon, then?" Daelon asked. Faramir had said nothing to them earlier.
"Faramir will be announcing our intentions tonight at meal." Daelon laughed even though she did not mean to. "What is so funny?" Eowyn asked, still smiling.
"It is just that he said nothing about it. Does he know?" Daelon's smile was mischievous, she still laughed.
Daelon's laughter was contagious, soon the other two were laughing too.
"He knows, we decided to keep it secret until mealtime," Eowyn told her.
"I believe, my lady your secret is half out, both Arwen and I know."
Daelon moved to the bench so she could sit and take her boots off. Then she stood and removed the sweaty, wet clothes she wore. She then remembered to look around to be sure the servant girl had brought down a change of clothes as she had been asked. Sure enough, there they were, folded in a neat pile on the far end of the bench.
She slipped into the warm water of the pool; it felt wonderful. She made her way to the waterfall, having forgotten the morgul wounds on her back. She waded past the other two women when a gasp escaped Eowyn.
"Daelon, your back, I had no idea. They told me you had been tortured by the Witch-king himself, I did not realize the damage."
"It is all right, my lady. You slew my bane on the fields. These are but small reminders," Daelon refused to face Eowyn with the pain they inflicted.
Once everyone was seated, Faramir stood, gaining their attention.
"My friends, Eowyn and I have decided we would like to marry within the month," he announced, looking down at Eowyn and smiling.
"That is grand news, laddie," Gimli spoke. Congratulations passed around the table.
"Daelon, I would like it if you would stand with me along with Arwen," Eowyn said.
"I know nothing of weddings," Daelon said a bit panicky.
"All you have to do is stand beside Arwen with me as we are wed," Eowyn smiled at Daelon. Daelon studied the faces of her friends, not one of them saw her the way she saw herself. She was not comfortable with being where too much attention was brought on her. Legolas leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Lle naa vanima. Go on, you can do it." Daelon swallowed the fear she felt.
"All right, Eowyn, I will stand with you." She paused, "On one condition, I do not have to wear a gown." Everyone at the table laughed.
"I am sure the seamstress can whip something up that will suit you, Daelon." Eowyn smiled.
After the meal was finished, everyone except Legolas and Daelon retired to their seats beside the fireplace. A small blaze burned there. The men took out their pipes for their evening smoke.
Arwen and Eowyn started to talk about the wedding. Arrangements had to be made for the food, clothing, and flowers. Both women watched in surprise when Daelon and Legolas walked from the hall holding hands.
Legolas led Daelon to the courtyard in front of the citadel. He had waited all afternoon to have her to himself.
The sky was a deep, dark blue at the horizon turning to deepest black further up. The stars had begun to come out and twinkle in the sky. They continued to walk out to the point, overlooking the Pelennor fields.
Legolas stopped and turned to face Daelon. He could barely see her face as he leaned down to once more taste her lips.
Daelon's breath caught in her throat. This is really happening, she thought, not a dream, not a joke. She met his kiss. He wrapped arms around her. Soon he felt her arms around him.
"Is there something between Legolas and Daelon?" Arwen asked, as she sat beside her husband.
"I do believe we have a little romance on our hands," Aragorn answered.
"When did this happen?" Eowyn asked.
"It has been happening since they met. They did not even see it until today," Aragorn said.
"It was the most unlikely time and place, if you ask me." Faramir commented.
Arwen and Eowyn gave each other a look that Aragorn took for nothing more than trouble.
"You two will not interfere," Aragorn ordered.