Somehow, this chapter reminded me of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. lol Sorry about not updating. I've been sooooooo busy. You can kill me now. By the way, I know the chapter's short, but I just wanted to put it up.

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Three feasts, err days, later

Eomer's POV

"Ten more minutes, brother," Faramir said as he tied a leather string around my half ponytail. I sighed. And I thought that three days was a long time. I gave him a fake smile to hide my nervous stomach. "It will be fine, Eomer."

I nodded, and suddenly felt queasy… and let's just leave the rest of the ten minutes out, shall we?

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Lothiriel's POV

Eowyn's slender fingers slowly let my white veil fall over my head until it reached my waist.

"I swear, Eowyn, I am never wearing a veil again."

She giggled. "I feel the same way. Although, I didn't have to do the tradition in Gondor." Lucky. She paused and didn't speak for a few minutes while I put my shoes on. "Lothiriel-"

"Eowyn, stop." I shook my head. "With all respect, I don't want to hear a speech. I appreciate your help with my wedding, but just stop there." After that, there was an awkward silence. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, Eowyn. I know that you are just trying to look after me." She looked up at me and smiled.

Arwen knocked on the door and came in. "It's time, Lothiriel." I took a huge breath and Eowyn pulled me into a sisterly hug.

In the grand hall (dun dun dun! lol)

King Elessar took my arm behind the wooden doors that opened to the golden hall. I gripped my bouquet, heather with baby's breath. My own breath was ragged. In the nose, out the mouth. In, out. In, out. The music started and the wooden doors opened. The people in the hall were standing and all of them were looking at me.

My steps were slow and in sync with King Elessar's. I thought about what I was about to do. I had always imagined my wedding as one filled with duty and sadness. Marrying a man that I didn't know or love to form an alliance. My hands shook at the thought. My wedding had turned out to be exactly the opposite. Duty was not involved and my tears were from joy. I looked up at Eomer through my veil. I knew him, and I loved him so much. King Elessar brought me up to the steps in front of the throne and Eomer took my hand. Slowly, because of my dress, I walked up the steps with Eomer. Eowyn stood behind me and helped Queen Arwen arrange my dress on the steps as Eomer and I knelt before the reverend. The service was entirely in Elvish (credit to the lineage of King Elessar), so I knelt there trying to catch a few words that I knew. "Iluvatar" something, something. Never mind. After the reverend was finished, we stood up and Eomer took a ring from Faramir. He spoke to me in Elvish.

"(A) anna (of my) mel. (A gift of my love)" He slipped the ring on my finger. My ring had two tiny horses carved out of the delicate silver facing the diamond in the center. I took Eomer's ring from Eowyn and repeated what Eomer had said. His ring glinted a silver blue and was plain, except for the elvish word for husband, (), that was carved on the inside. I slipped it onto his tanned finger and he clasped my hands in his own. The reverend finished the ceremony and everyone cheered as Eomer slowly lifted my veil, put it over his own head and gave me a sensuating kiss. I didn't want him to let go, but he did. He put my veil back over my face and led me down the aisle out to the hall. Eomer let out a huge breath as I lifted my veil up and put it behind my head.

"That was worse than fighting an army of Mumakil!"

I laughed and put my hands on his chest. "Are you comparing your wife to a herd of animals?"

He laughed. "Of course not." He gave me a long kiss. "I was talking about the crowd." I giggled as Eowyn and the rest of our wedding people walked into the hallway.

"Come on, you two. It's time to prepare for this night's feast." Eowyn took my hand and dragged me to my room. I picked up the dress that had been made for the occasion as Eowyn picked up hers. We both slipped our other dresses over our heads and replaced them with the new dresses. Mine was a silver blue and hers was a shimmering white. My body was warm from all the excitement and the silky folds of the dress felt cool against my legs.

I looked at myself in the tall mirror while I fixed my hair into a messy bun. "I don't know what I'm going to do with all of these new dresses. Why can't I just wear one to everything?"

Eowyn laughed. "That's exactly what I think. So, I just give my ladies-in-waiting my old dresses." She stood beside me and fixed her hair as well. "Speaking of which, you will have eight ladies-in-waiting after your coronation ceremony in three days."

"Eight?"

She shrugged. "Queen Arwen has fifteen. I only have three."

I laughed. "Do you want some of mine?"

She giggled. "Three is enough, thanks."