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Chapter Seventeen
Day Three Hundred and Ninety Eight
All the elves got in on the engagement party action. Hey, any excuse for a party.
There was good food and good wine and dancing; including some rather complicated dance steps it took me a while to learn. Gorvon admitted he hated dancing, but still danced to every other song with me.
I miss dancing; last time I got to was at my Uncles wedding.
But with the elves help I managed to master a few easy steps. And Gorvon was a pretty good partner, for all of his grumbling.
There was an excellent dinner, of course, and the Dúnedain insisted on giving a speech, and it was the nicest thing I had ever heard. Gorven gave it, about how he was so glad his son found someone who made him happy, and how he was glad I was joining their family, and I was almost in tears by the end of it.
It was one of my best nights since I arrived here, and now I am going to go to sleep happy.
Day Three Hundred and Ninety Nine
Most of the Dúnedain, sans Gorvon, left today. I told them I would see them soon when I came to Arnor even though I knew that would be a long while, if t happened at all. Moving house during crisis isn't the best of ideas.
But Carathor gave me a pre-birhday gift from his family. "It is customary for a girl to inherit one of her mothers possessions, usually something related to caring for the home or children. My girls know you were found with no possessions, and they thought you might appreciate this."
this turned out to be a small blanket, a very light gray, but soft and down filled and lined at the edges with silk. I cried again and thanked him, and then write a letter to his family expressing my thanks for everything they've done for me. I put the blanket with my other prized possessions.
Day Four Hundred
Officially a twenty-four year old!
I Told Gorvon this. He made a face like he just walked in on his parents doing it or noticed that he'd been drinking urine, then said in the most monotonous of voices, "I have robbed a cradle. I am marrying a woman straight out of her mother's womb."
I hit him and he snapped out of it.
"Sorry. I knew you were young, it is just..."
"Look," I told him, "You are forty-seven. I don't complain that I am marrying a middle-aged man, do I?"
"You are right, I am sorry." and to make up for it he kissed me.
I got gifts from all of my friends, but I won't write the list. Mostly books and jewelery- but Gorvon gave me the best gift.
"I was not sure what to get you," he admitted to me, "so I hope you like this. It is just a silly trinket, but..."
it was a small bird-cage made of bronze, or something similar. Inside was a metal bird attached to a few cords which, it turn, were attached to some odd gears that were connected to the door, to tat when it opened, the little bird spread its wings and opened it's beak and whistled.
"I love it," I told him honestly, and then I took a few minutes to thank him.
Day Four Hundred and One
I spent the morning with Gorvon before he left, walking in the gardens and talking about our wedding. I told him about my customs and he admitted to some he was glad we were excluding, mostly the garter toss. But he said that there might be a glass breaking, not that I know what he was referring to.
He left in the afternoon, and I'm getting worried it may have been the last time I see him in a while. But I won't think of that.
Day Four Hundred and Four
Glorfindel left today. Oh god, it's starting. It's starting and I can't do anything to stop it...
Day Four Thirteen
Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been hyperventilating. Gandalf arrived today, and I had a long talk with him about everything that's happened.
He confirmed my story- nothing has changed yet.
Day Four Fifteen
They're here.
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So, everything is kicking off now...
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