First, I would just like to apologize to all of you incredible people reading this, because this chapter is so beyond short and took so incredibly long I almost died. Thankfully, I did not. Also, this chapter is much more upbeat and happier than most of my other chapters, so sorry if I'm not very good at humor. Anyway, thank you to all of you lovely, gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful, make-my-life-whole readers and voters and clicking-the-follow-buttoners. You guys are the best ever. I love you.
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3rd person
“Do you, Enyala of the Valar, take this elf, Legolas Thranduilion, as your husband, to love him and to honor him, to nurture, serve and support him, in times of joy and in times of difficulty?” Thranduil, garbed in a simple flowy white robe, asked. “Do you promise to remain by his side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love, do you promise to remain steadfast and true? Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honor this vow till death do you part?”
Enyala, with tears in her eyes, nodded. “I do.”
Do you, Legolas Thranduilion, (here he winked at Legoals) take this woman, Enyala, as your wife, to love her and to honor her, to nurture, serve and support her, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by her side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love, do you promise to remain steadfast and true? Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honor this vow till death do you part?”
“I do.” Legolas said, his voice rich and powerful.
“Then please, repeat after me.” He paused for a moment. “From this day forward, I make a promise: what ever happens, you shall not walk alone. I’ll stand by your side, and sleep in your arms, I’ll be the joy in your heart, and the food for your soul, May you feel deeply loved for indeed you are. Through our brightest days and our darkest nights, I take you, into my heart. I see your beauty, your innocence and light. May it shine. May the world see how beautiful you are, as I see how beautiful you are, but may there be a special light that only I can see. I give you my heart. May we feel this joy forever.”
Looking into each other’s eyes, they repeated the sentences. Though they were only words, they seemed to have a more powerful meaning than just normal words.
“Then I now pronounce you to be married. You may kiss the bride.”
Slowly, Legolas leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Enyala’s. The moment seemed magical; everything was perfect. He withdrew after a moment, and, a smile plastered onto his face, simply looked at Enyala. Meanwhile, just about every elf in Mirkwood stood clapping and cheering. Whoever said that the elves were purely stoic and calm had obviously never been to one’s wedding. The most noticeable cheer, though, was not from an elf, and not surprisingly, from Gimli. Of course, there was the odd human, namely Aragorn, and elves not of Mirkwood, Arwen and Galadriel and Celeborn, and we can’t forget Mithrandir.
Then, of course, the festivities began. Which included food, all vegetarian, much to Gimli’s horror, music, which also didn’t appeal to him very much, dancing, which he did enjoy, if only because Galadriel accepted his invitation to do just that, much to Celeborn’s amusement.
But we can’t forget the happy couple. They were in a post-wedding haze of love and happiness and joy and... Flowers or something. Whatever the epitome of happiness is, they had it, whether it be fuzzy kittens or butterflies. The kitten’s name was Leroy, and much to everyone’s delight, he would sit on the tables and perform for a bit of food. He was really quite sweet. But Legolas and Enyala weren’t really focusing on that. They were more aware of the fact that they were married. Which is very large, mind you.
The night was a bit of a blur for most involved, whether it be from dancing or having a good time, or in Gimli’s case, drinking. The next morning, the feelings of elation still stayed with the newlyweds, for it was official. They were MARRIED. Unfortunately, their honeymoon had been cut short, or, really, not started very much at all, because the last ships were leaving from Rivendell. In hindsight, they could have timed the wedding better, but they didn’t really mind.
As their small company rode out from Mirkwood, Enyala and Legolas talked quietly. They had decided to accompany Thranduil into the west to the Everlasting Lands, as they had explored much of Middle Earth. It was beautiful here, surely, but journeying into the West was what every elf was drawn to, in some way.
It was many days until they reached Rivendell.
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