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Act VI

Chapter 50: Elessar & Undómie

The day of the wedding had arrived, June 21st, 3019. The White City of Minas Tirith buzzed with anticipation as the dawn light gently illuminated its ancient stone walls. This day marked not only the union of Aragorn and Arwen but also the culmination of hope and renewal for all of Middle-earth.

Inside the Citadel, the atmosphere was one of both serenity and excitement. In a beautifully adorned chamber, Arwen stood gracefully, her eyes sparkling with joy. The room was filled with a soft, golden light that seemed to amplify her radiance. Surrounding her were Arien, Éowyn, and Galadriel, each attending to various tasks to ensure that the bride was perfectly prepared.

Galadriel, with her ethereal presence, adjusted the delicate mithril circlet on Arwen's head, her movements graceful and precise. "You look every bit the queen you are meant to be, my dear," she said, her voice soothing and filled with love.

Éowyn, ever practical and steady, helped Arwen into her elegant gown, a masterpiece of elven craftsmanship. The fabric flowed like liquid silver, adorned with intricate embroidery that shimmered with every movement. "You will be the most beautiful bride Middle-earth has ever seen," Éowyn said, her eyes misting with emotion.

Arien, who had grown closer to her sister in these past weeks, carefully arranged the flowing train of Arwen's gown. She smiled, her heart swelling with pride and happiness. "Arwen, you have always been a beacon of light for us all. Today, you shine brighter than ever."

Meanwhile, in another chamber, Aragorn was surrounded by his closest companions. The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. Gimli, ever the perfectionist when it came to craftsmanship, inspected Aragorn's royal attire, ensuring every detail was immaculate. The deep blue and silver garments, symbolizing the colors of Gondor, fit him perfectly, enhancing his regal bearing.

Legolas, with his keen eye, adjusted the silver circlet on Aragorn's head, a symbol of his kingship. "You wear the mantle of kingship well, my friend," he said, his voice filled with quiet pride.

Faramir stood nearby, offering words of encouragement. "Today marks the beginning of a new era, my lord. We stand with you, as always."

Gandalf, ever the guide and mentor, clasped Aragorn's shoulder, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "This day, Elessar, you fulfill your destiny. Lead with the wisdom and compassion that have brought you this far."

Elrond, the father of the bride, entered the room, his presence commanding and serene. "Aragorn, it has been an honor to see you grow into the man you are today. You have my blessing and my gratitude for the happiness you bring to my daughter."

The hobbits, who had become an integral part of Aragorn's journey, bustled about, their excitement palpable. Merry and Pippin adjusted Aragorn's cloak, while Sam ensured the sword Andúril was perfectly sheathed. Frodo, carrying the ring that symbolized the bond between Aragorn and Arwen, smiled up at his friend. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, Aragorn."

Eomer, representing the Rohirrim, entered briefly to offer his congratulations and to assure Aragorn that the preparations outside were proceeding smoothly. "The people are ready to celebrate, my friend. Today, Gondor rejoices with you."

As the final touches were made, both Arwen and Aragorn were ready, each a vision of grace and nobility. The time had come for them to join in union, a symbol of hope and renewal for all of Middle-earth. The halls of Minas Tirith echoed the promise of a new beginning, one filled with peace, love, and unity.

Arwen inspected the final details in the mirror, her serene expression reflecting the calm before the joyous storm. She turned to Arien, wrapping her in a gentle hug. "I'm so glad you are truly here with us, body and spirit," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. The moment was tender, but as Arwen looked at her sister, she noticed something amiss.

Arien was still in her casual attire, entirely unprepared for the wedding. Arwen tried to stay calm, though a flicker of urgency crossed her features. "Arien," she said with a measured tone, "you need to change before the wedding begins."

Arien froze, realizing with horror that she had indeed forgotten to don her special gown. Panic surged through her as she frantically searched for the dress. The room descended into chaos until, in a desperate bid for help, she bolted towards Aragorn's quarters.

Aragorn, Gimli, and the others were deep in conversation when Arien burst in, her eyes locking onto Legolas. "There you are!" she exclaimed, noting his pristine silver attire and elegant circlet. There was no time for jokes. "I need you, and I'm running late."

The room fell silent, a collective sense of bewilderment hanging in the air as Arien grabbed Legolas and pulled him along. Although startled and confused, Legolas followed her without protest, leaving Aragorn and the others exchanging puzzled glances.

Outside her chamber, Legolas halted her, his confusion evident. "What is happening, Lady Arien?"

"Just hush and come with me," she commanded, pushing him into her room and locking the door behind them. She began shedding her old gown, leaving her in her undergarments.

Legolas's composure wavered, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his princely demeanor slipping into exasperation.

"Relax," Arien assured him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I just need your help with this dress. Arwen will kill me if I'm not ready."

Legolas nodded, though it took him a moment to regain his composure. He quickly set to work, helping her into the intricate gown. This time, however, the task seemed more daunting. Watching Arien in her disheveled state, the way she locked the door, and her frenzied stripping made him momentarily lose his usual calm.

With deft hands, Legolas worked through the maze of ribbons and strings, his touch light yet efficient. Arien stood still, feeling her cheeks burn not from embarrassment but from the urgency of the moment. His presence, so close and intimate, made her heart race in an unexpected way.

Finally, the dress was on, and Legolas stepped back to admire their handiwork. "You look... radiant," he said, his voice softening, the earlier confusion giving way to genuine admiration.

Arien glanced at herself in the mirror, the dress fitting perfectly. "Thank you," she murmured, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing her face.

Legolas offered her a small, reassuring smile. "Let's not keep your sister waiting any longer."

With that, they left the room, ready to join the rest of the company and face the joyous occasion ahead. The confusion and chaos of the moment faded, replaced by a sense of unity and purpose as they walked together towards the grand celebration.

The grand courtyard at the summit of Minas Tirith was transformed into a breathtaking venue. Everywhere, banners fluttered, flowers adorned the streets, and the scent of fresh blooms filled the air. A grand archway woven with lilies and roses—carefully arranged to remain uncut and rooted in the earth, respecting Arwen's wishes—stood at the center. Elegant seating had been arranged for the guests, with Elven silk drapes flowing gently in the breeze, casting an ethereal glow over the assembled crowd.

Elrond, his face a serene mask of fatherly pride and bittersweet nostalgia, stood at the archway, ready to guide his daughter to her betrothed. Arwen, radiant in her flowing gown adorned with delicate silver embroidery, exuded a grace and beauty that left the onlookers breathless. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she linked arms with her father, ready to take the most significant steps of her life.

Aragorn, flanked by Legolas and Gimli, stood at the altar, his eyes locked onto Arwen. He wore the royal regalia of Gondor, his armor polished to a brilliant shine, the emblem of the White Tree gleaming proudly on his chest. His face was a blend of anticipation and deep emotion, knowing that this union symbolized the culmination of his lifelong journey.

Gandalf, robed in white and exuding a serene authority, stood ready to officiate the ceremony. As Elrond began to guide Arwen forward, a soft murmur of admiration swept through the crowd. The guests, a diverse mix of Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits, watched with bated breath.

But as Arwen and Elrond neared the altar, a commotion stirred at the back of the assembly. Heads turned as Arien, her dress slightly askew, hurried into place. Her cheeks were flushed from the rush, and she mouthed an apologetic "sorry" to Arwen, who could only smile affectionately at her sister's endearing tardiness. The ceremony briefly paused, allowing Arien to compose herself and take her place beside her sister.

Just as Gandalf began to speak, another ripple of excitement traveled through the crowd. The twins, Elladan and Elrohir, had arrived, having ridden hard to make it in time. Their dramatic entrance elicited soft laughter and a few tears from those who understood the significance of their presence. Gandalf, with a twinkle in his eye, paused once more, allowing the twins to join the family, completing the circle.

With everyone finally in place, Gandalf resumed the ceremony. His voice, imbued with ancient wisdom and warmth, carried over the gathering as he spoke of love, unity, and the dawn of a new age. He blessed the union in both Elvish and the Common Tongue, his words weaving a tapestry of hope and promise.

As Gandalf placed the crown of Gondor upon Arwen's head and blessed her with words in Elvish, the gathered guests erupted into applause, their cheers mingling with the joyous peals of bells ringing out across the city. Aragorn turned to face Arwen, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Arwen, stepping forward, was greeted by her husband-to-be with a look of unbridled love. They joined hands, their fingers intertwining as they exchanged vows that resonated deeply with all who listened. The moment was profoundly moving, a tangible symbol of hope and renewal.

As the vows were sealed with a kiss, the audience erupted into cheers once more. Elrond's eyes glistened with a mixture of joy and sorrow, Galadriel's serene smile spoke volumes, and the Hobbits—Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin—wiped away tears of happiness. Eomer and Lothiriel, standing together, shared a knowing look, understanding the weight and beauty of this moment.

The ceremony was followed by a grand feast in the Great Hall, where tables overflowed with the finest foods and wines from across Middle-earth. Music filled the air as minstrels played, and laughter echoed against the stone walls. Guests mingled, sharing stories and toasts, their spirits lifted by the profound sense of unity and celebration.

Throughout the night, Legolas and Gimli shared stories of their adventures, their bond a testament to the strength found in friendship. Arien, now more composed, found herself enjoying the festivities, her earlier panic forgotten. She caught Legolas's eye across the hall, and he raised his goblet to her in a silent toast, acknowledging their unspoken truce and shared efforts.

The evening stretched into the night, a night filled with joy, hope, and the promise of a brighter future. As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, the new King and Queen of Gondor led the first dance, their movements a graceful dance of love and unity. The guests watched, their hearts full, knowing they were witnessing the beginning of a new era for Middle-earth.

It was a rare moment that Arien found herself overtaken by emotion. Today, not only was her sister's wedding Aragorn, but it also felt like the little girl she once was, who believed in fairytales, had sprung to life again. Here, before her eyes, were two characters she had known in her previous life as heroes of a world that was not real, now united after so many hardships.

Arien was present throughout the wedding, ready to help whenever an issue arose. She was a flurry of activity, ensuring that everything proceeded smoothly. Meanwhile, Legolas, with his keen eyes, kept a watchful gaze on her. He marveled at how the clumsy Elenion he once knew had become such a lovely maiden, still an awkward, strange maiden, but lovely nonetheless.

Gimli, ever observant, noticed Legolas's long moments of gazing at Arien. He did not comment to his friend, but a secret smile played on his lips. Gimli felt blessed to have friends like them, even if they were a little odd. In his heart, he thought it might be because they were elves, and elves always seemed to have some peculiar issues.

As the night went on, people danced, couples even more so. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the scent of delicious food and drinks. Legolas eventually noticed Arien standing alone, holding a glass of wine. Recalling how she always ended up in trouble when she drank, he rushed over to her, intending to take the glass away. But when he faced her, he found he could not simply snatch her drink.

Instead, Legolas gently took the glass from her hand, placing it on a nearby table. Then, with a graceful bow, he extended his hand. "May I have this dance, Lady Arien?" he asked, his voice a smooth, formal cadence.

Arien, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his. "Of course, Prince Legolas," she replied, her voice tinged with surprise.

As they stepped onto the dance floor, the other guests parted to make room for them. The music swelled a beautiful melody that seemed to fill the night with magic. Legolas guided Arien with effortless grace, his movements fluid and precise. Arien, despite her usual awkwardness, found herself moving naturally in his arms, their steps synchronizing perfectly.

The crowd watched in awe. Many maidens sighed with envy, their eyes fixed on the handsome Elven prince and his unexpected partner. The glow of the lanterns cast a soft light over the scene, making it seem like a moment out of a dream.

Legolas looked into Arien's eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You have changed much since we first met, Lady Arien," he remarked. "Yet, there is still something of the Elenion I knew in you."

Arien blushed, her heart racing not just from the dance but from the intensity of his gaze. "And you, Prince Legolas, have always been... an enigma," she responded, her voice soft.

He chuckled, the sound like a gentle breeze. "An enigma? I shall take that as a compliment, my lady."

They continued to dance, the world around them fading into a blur. For a moment, it was just the two of them, moving in perfect harmony. Arien felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in a long time.

As the music drew to a close, Legolas guided her in a final, sweeping turn. The crowd erupted in applause, and Arien, breathless and smiling, curtsied to her partner. Legolas bowed deeply, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Thank you for the dance," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

Arien nodded, still catching her breath. "Thank you, Prince Legolas. It was... magical."

With that, they parted, each returning to their respective places, but something had shifted between them. It was a night neither of them would soon forget, a night where old grudges and new beginnings danced together under the stars.

The wedding continued late into the night, a celebration of love and unity that seemed to envelop the entire city of Minas Tirith in a golden glow. As the formalities of the ceremony concluded, the guests began to enjoy the grand feast that had been meticulously prepared. Tables laden with sumptuous food and drink stretched across the hall, a testament to the hard work and dedication of the cooks and servants who had labored to make this day unforgettable.

Arwen and Aragorn, the newlyweds, moved gracefully among their guests, accepting heartfelt congratulations and blessings. Arwen, radiant in her intricate gown adorned with Elven embroidery, was the epitome of grace and beauty. Her joy was evident, her smile never fading as she held Aragorn's hand, her eyes sparkling with a happiness that seemed to light up the room. Aragorn, resplendent in his regal attire, exuded a quiet strength and deep contentment as he greeted each well-wisher.

Galadriel and Elrond, dignified and serene, stood nearby, their presence a symbol of the deep ties between the Elves and Men. They exchanged quiet words with each other, reflecting on the significance of the day and the hopeful future it promised.

The hobbits, full of cheer and mirth, were a constant source of entertainment. Merry and Pippin, unable to resist the allure of good food and drink, engaged in a spirited dance that had everyone clapping and laughing. Frodo and Sam, their bond stronger than ever, shared a quiet moment, reflecting on their journey and the peace that had finally been achieved.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Music filled the air, a harmonious blend of Elven melodies and the lively tunes of the Shire. Guests took to the dance floor, their movements a joyous expression of the unity and friendship that now bound them together. Eowyn and Faramir danced close, their love for each other evident in their tender glances and soft laughter.

Legolas and Gimli, an unlikely but steadfast duo, stood together, their eyes taking in the scene. Gimli, ever the pragmatist, remarked on the fine craftsmanship of the decorations, while Legolas, more attuned to the beauty and harmony of the moment, silently appreciated the unity that had been achieved.

Legolas's gaze frequently drifted to Arien, who was now mingling with other guests, her earlier fluster replaced by a serene grace. He found himself reflecting on their journey, the challenges they had faced, and the unexpected bond that had formed between them.

The night grew deeper, the stars shining brightly in the clear sky above Minas Tirith. The guests, though weary from the day's events, were reluctant to let the celebration end. Conversations flowed freely, laughter echoed through the halls, and the bonds of friendship and love were strengthened with each passing moment.

Aragorn and Arwen stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air a gentle contrast to the warmth of the festivities inside. The city of Minas Tirith lay before them, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Stars twinkled above, casting a magical light over the White City. The couple stood hand in hand, their hearts full, their future together finally beginning.

Aragorn turned to Arwen, his eyes reflecting the deep love he felt for her. "Arwen" he began softly, his voice filled with emotion, "this night feels like a dream. I have waited so long for this moment, to stand here with you as my queen."

Arwen's eyes shone with tears of joy as she looked up at him. "And I have waited just as long, Estel," she replied, using his Elvish name. "Through all the years and the trials, I never wavered in my belief that we would be together. Your strength and courage have brought us here, and I am so proud to be by your side."

Aragorn smiled a tender expression that spoke of the depth of his feelings. "It is your love that has given me strength, Arwen. Your unwavering faith in me, even when I doubted myself, has been my guiding light. Without you, none of this would have been possible."

Arwen rested her head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace. "We are finally home," she whispered. "A home that we will build together, for our people and for the future we have dreamed of. I am ready to face any challenge, as long as we are together."

Aragorn kissed the top of her head, his heart swelling with love. "Together, we will rebuild this city and this land. We will heal the wounds of war and bring peace to our people. I promise you, Arwen, that our days will be filled with joy and our nights with peace."

Arwen lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes reflecting the promise of their future. "I believe in you, Estel. I believe in us. Our love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Let this night be the beginning of a new era, one where love and hope guide us."

Aragorn cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "You are my heart, Arwen. My love for you is boundless, eternal. Together, we will create a world where our children can live in peace and harmony."

Arwen smiled, a radiant expression that lit up the night. "And I will be by your side, always. As your queen, as your partner, and as your love. This is our destiny, Aragorn, and I am ready to embrace it with you."

They stood there in silence for a moment, their hearts beating in unison. The world around them seemed to hold its breath as if acknowledging the sacred bond between them. The future was uncertain, but their love was a constant, a beacon that would guide them through whatever lay ahead.

As they turned to rejoin their guests, hand in hand, they knew that their journey was just beginning. Together, they would face the challenges and joys of the days to come, their love a foundation upon which they would build their future.

Inside, the celebration continued, but for Aragorn and Arwen, the true celebration was the beginning of their life together, a love story that would be remembered for generations to come.

As the candles burned low and the music softened, the guests began to retire, their hearts full, their spirits lifted. It was a night of new beginnings, a night that heralded a future of peace and prosperity for all of Middle-earth.

((Upcoming Chapter Fifty- One))

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