Rowena walked out onto the grounds to where the wedding was being held. There were very few people there, some of her daughter's friends. She overheard a redhead and a boy with glasses talking to each other.

"What do you think about this?" the redhead asked the other.

"I don't know what to think," the bespectacled boy replied. "Honestly, Ron, I don't know what has you worked up. It's just some wedding."

"But why the short notice? Why are we here? We probably don't even know the people getting married."

"My apologies," Rowena said walking over to them. "May I ask your names?"

The two boys exchanged looks before answering.

"Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Rowena told them. "My daughter is the one getting married."

"We don't have many guys who would invite us to their wedding," Ron hissed at Harry. "What's with the ears?" he asked Rowena.

"What about my ears?" she asked in reply.

"They're pointed, like those weird people who showed up with Hermione."

"Let me guess, Gryffindors."

"Through and through," Harry replied.

"I can tell. You were sorted correctly. You're just like him. He and Salazar were two of a kind, sentimental children forever complaining about how they didn't get their way."

"What do you mean by that?" Ron snapped.

"All the founders had differing beliefs in who should be taught magic. Salazar was all for blood purity, but everyone knows that. What they don't know was that Gryffindor was a sexist, and Hufflepuff was racist. She only wanted humans to learn magic."

"And Ravenclaw?" Harry prompted.

"Teach them all, house elves, centaurs, giants, elves, goblins, any creature that wanted to learn magic. See how well that worked out. Salazar leaving was the best thing that happened to this school, because it opened the door to understanding that Gryffindor was an arrogant fool. He was the only one who stayed, so he got to write the history, obviously leaving out a few things.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. The wedding is about to start."

The wedding began with Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, and Gimli were standing in the front of the chairs. Ginny and Luna hurried in and stood opposite the men, winking at Legolas. Nira walked in, receiving gaping stares from Harry and Ron. The wedding was in traditional elvish, confusing most of the wizards. Legolas leaned toward Aragorn.

"This is so different than last time," he whispered.

"Is that a bad thing?" Aragorn asked.

"Hell no."

The wedding concluded, and Nira pulled Legolas in to kiss her. The wizards dispersed into the tent that had been set up for the party afterwards. Aragorn kissed Nira's cheek after embracing Legolas.

"Keep him in line," he whispered to her.

The newly married couple followed their guests, ignoring the glares from Ron and Harry. Rowena walked over to her daughter and smiled at Legolas standing beside her. The elves around them looked at her in shock and awe, before inclining their heads to her. Aragorn bowed to Rowena before addressing her.

"I am honored to meet the legendary queen of the elves," he told her.

"Aragorn son of Arathorn," Nira whispered to her mother.

"So," Rowena said skeptically, inspecting Aragorn closely. "This is the new king of men, or he will be. One of the Dรบnedain. How old are you?"

"Eighty-seven," Aragorn replied.

"A good age to begin your reign. You have the worldly experience needed to rule your people, but you have the youth to carry on. I approve. I was given the job of approving the kings of Men. Sauron tried to kill me because, if I did not approve of the king, he could not be king."

"I am very grateful," Aragorn said bowing to her again.

"But," Rowena said smiling, "it is no longer in my authority to give approval, but I think you have already earned it from my daughter."

"You passed on your title to Nira?"

"I think she can handle it, but that would require you to keep her in Middle Earth as your- Ambassador to the Elves, I guess."

"Honestly, m'lady, it would be harder for me to try to get her to leave Middle Earth. I have learned a lot about the stubbornness of women while dealing with her."

While they talked, Nira found Mrs. Weasley who hugged her tightly. Nira smiled at Molly before turning to the rest of the family. Harry and Ron were the last for her to come to. They both were fuming, Ron's face almost as red as his hair.

"What's he threatening you with?" Ron snapped.

"What's who threatening me with?" Nira asked.

"Your husband. What is he threatening to do if you didn't marry him?"

"Nothing. I married him because I wanted to. You should be nice talking about a prince. His guard won't like it."

"So," Harry accused. "You married him for power. You married him because he's a prince."

"I don't need to marry him to have power, Harry James Potter," Nira yelled, pushing his chest. "I was born with it."

"Really? How is that?" Ron asked.

"I was born a princess, and this morning I was made queen."

"And what mythical land is that, your majesty?"

"Middle Earth, where I plan on returning when a month's time has ended. There I will take my throne as Queen of the Elves."

"That's what you were speaking during the wedding, elf-speak?"

"Yes, it was. Do you have a problem with that, Ronald?"

"And what would we call you were we in this Middle Earth?"

"Lady Nira Ravenclaw."

Nira turned away and pulled Legolas to the dance floor.