"Just because it is taking place in the middle of nowhere doesn't make it any less of a Royal Wedding,"

It was a clear, bright evening as they arrived at the feast. They sat at the main table whilst other attendees sat upon logs while servers circulated with various dishes, wines and meads. Music, singing and poetry intermingled with lively chatter, but as she watched the merriment, Anberenien felt nothing but dread. Sipping as much wine as she could, she tried to blot out the fears plaguing her mind. Music and wine melded into one, overloading her senses and numbing her pain.

"Are you well, Anberenien?" whispered Celeborn. Anberenien stared at him blankly, a strange grin upon her face.

Galadriel frowned. "She has had too much wine. She should return to the pavilion."

Anberenien laughed hysterically as her head whirled. "I can never have too much wine...... and I am having far too much fun to return to that boring old pavilion, Galadriel!"

Galadriel showed no emotion, but Celeborn was furious. "How dare you address your grandmother in such a fashion! Return to the Pavillion and we will speak on this when you have returned to your senses!"

He called for the Captain of the Guard, but Calenamath stopped him. "I will escort her. It is just the wine talking. She will regret her behaviour in the morning." Anberenien giggled and sang as Calenamath looped his arm around her waist as he guided her away from the feast.

"If Thranduil was here, he'd have put water in my wine!"

"Yes, and he would have stopped you drinking before you got into this state," replied Calenamath.

Anberenien staggered about, yelling at the top of her voice. "Let's gooo! let's steal a riverboat, and return to the Woodland Realm! They can't stop us! Let's run away!"

"Keep your voice down, Thorwen, there are fugitives at large."

"And why haven't they been caught? You Elves are supposed to be good at scouting, and Thorwen is not my name. I am the Princess Anberenien of Gon no, Arnor, I think!"

Calenamath stopped and shook Anberenien by the shoulders. "You need to get your wits together, Thorwen. What would Thranduil say if he saw you like this? This is not the behaviour he would want of his future queen. If you are not careful....."

Suddenly, he looked behind her, his eyes wide. "Incoming" he whispered, before turning Anberenien around and pushing her to the ground. Dazed, she looked up at Calenamath, who was slumped on top of her and saw he was gasping for breath. The tip of an arrow was sticking out of his chest. Anberenien quickly sobered as she screamed for help.

She turned Calenamath onto his side and franticly tried to stop the bleeding with her hands. "Don't die, don't die, I am sorry," she cried. But blood pumped through her fingers despite her bests efforts. "No, no, not like this!" cried Anberenien as blood continued to pour from the wound.

Calenamath stiffened with the pain as he tried to speak. He grasped hold of Anberenien's blood-stained hands and kissed them. "Till we meet again, Melleth....... Nin,......... Ris." Then his body went limp as the light left his eyes. Anberenien howled in despair, as she cradled Calenamath's body in her arms, then felt a hand upon her shoulder.

"My Lady Princess, it is Corwen. You must let us take him now," she said gently.

Anberenien shook her head. "Not this time. I shall not leave him."

"Princess...... I knew his heart, his love for you, was plain to see. He once told me he could never love because it would mean his death. Yet with you, he could not deny what he felt and so he surrendered to his fate," replied Corwen.

Anberenien continued to stare into Calenamath's empty face. "You loved him, didn't you?"

Corwen's voice was full of emotion. "He was an exceptional Elf." She knelt beside Anberenien and went to place her hands on his empty eyes.

"No, I will do it," whispered Anberenien. She gently placed her hands upon his eyes and closed them, then kissed Calenamath on his forehead. "Hodo vae, muindor nin, namárie." Then laid him gently on the ground. Her grey gown was now covered in his blood. Corwen helped Anberenien to her feet, and she saw the Huscarls surrounding her. "We shall take care of him, my Lady Princess," whispered Corwen.

With tears in their eyes, the Huscarls formed an honour guard, before carrying Calenamath's body away. Anberenien went to follow them, but someone grabbed her arm. "Lau Almárie!" came a voice in her mind. When she turned, it was Galadriel. "wait!" she commanded, not releasing her grip. There were shouts in the distance as Celeborn, Haldir and the Captain of the Guard led a troop of guards out from the forest, their armour gleaming in the moonlight. They brought with them the three fugitives, hooded and bound, and dropped them before Anberenien and Galadriel.

Celeborn ordered the hoods to be removed. To reveal two male priests and Nuta, her eye patch lost, revealing the full extent of her injuries. A soulless black hole where her eye should have been. "Princess Anberenien, who is this woman?" asked Celeborn.

"Nuta of Barad Dur, High Priestess of the Temple of Morgoth," she replied coldly.

"And the others?"

"Are Priests from the Temple of Morgoth."

"You must lay your charges against them," said Galadriel.

Anberenien snarled. "We all know what they have done. Give me a sword and I will dispense justice, here and now!"

"No, like the others, they are to be kept safe until they go before King Elessar for judgement. It is not for you to dispense justice. Only to lay your charges that we may convey those charges to King Elessar," replied Celeborn.

"We recognise no King, only the Great Master!" called Nuta. Her one good eye boring into Anberenien. "It is a shame my arrow missed you, Princess. You deserve nothing but death! But at least the Elf got what he deserved!" Anberenien remained silent, showing no emotion.

"Hail Melkor! Hail the Great Master!" called the priests.

Anberenien kept her composure as she laid her charges before the prisoners. The effects of the wine now fully shaken from her. Celeborn looked upon them with utter contempt." Take the prisoners away and put them with the others. Haldir and his company shall take them to Gondor in the morning!" said Celeborn.

The guards replaced the hoods and dragged the prisoners away. Anberenien felt faint. The world began to spin, and she found herself on her hands and knees, spewing all that was within her. shaking she sat staring into the putrid mess on the ground. "I am sorry........ I have ruined the gown."

"The gown can be cleaned, Anberenien," said Galadriel kindly.

"That arrow was meant for me!" cried Anberenien.

"And Calenamath's sacrifice will not go unnoticed when he goes before Mandos and we, his kinfolk, shall not forget him," said Celeborn.

Anberenien looked up as Óliel approached. "My Lady, the boat is ready to depart."

"Very good. Escort Princess Anberenien to the riverside. I shall follow on presently," said Galadriel.

Óliel helped Anberenien to her feet. "Come with me, my Lady Princess."

Anberenien turned to Galadriel desperately. "But what of Calenamath?"

"We shall lay him to rest with great honour before I depart for my meeting with Thranduil," said Celeborn.

"You cannot help him now," replied Galadriel.

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The sound of flowing woke Anberenien from her slumber. They had left the riverbank under cover of darkness. Now bright sunlight blinded her as she opened her eyes and she could see a light blue sky with fluffy white clouds passing overhead. Anberenien rose from the cot she rested on and looked about her. She could now see that the boat they were travelling upon was made of white wood and in the shape of a swan. Galadriel sat with several of her maidens. "Did you sleep well, Anberenien?" she asked.

Anberenien nodded. "Are we going to Lothlórien?"

"Yes..... and no. You cannot enter Caras Galadhon just yet. As I said, the shadow still lies within you. We must purify you of its taint."

"Perhaps it has always been there."

Galadriel smiled. "We all have a darkness within us that must be overcome, Almárie, and you are no exception. We are headed for the falls of Nimrodel, the place where my people go for purification and healing." The boat then approached a fork in the river and the boat Elves expertly navigated the swan boat into the Celebrant.

Shortly after, the boat passed a small Hythe with a large tree city in the distance. It was then that Anberenien realised the swan boat had been the head of a flotilla, of which the other boats now peeled away to disembark, but the boat they were travelling continued onward. Soon they came to another river fork, and the boat came to a halt at a small jetty. Laurorne then helped Anberenien out of the swan boat. As she looked about her, Anberenien realised they were now amid a dense forest. But it was not like the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood. There was an otherworldliness about it as if it did not quite belong. Yet it felt strangely familiar to her as if it were part of some long forgotten dream she had once had.

Galadriel and her maidens led Anberenien towards the smaller of the two rivers. After an hour or two of walking, they stopped, and the maidens set about erecting the pavilion once more. Galadriel turned to Anberenien. You may dispense with your garments. They will need to be cleansed and purified."

"What now, out here?" asked Anberneien.

Galadriel nodded. "We are all females here, Almárie, and we shall not be disturbed." Slowly Anberenien disrobed until she stood shivering in her nakedness. Galadriel gently inspected the scars upon her body. "Alas, I wish I could have spared you such torment," she whispered. Óliel then placed Anberenien's bed robe upon her. "now we walk to the falls," said Galadriel.

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Thranduil and Celeborn met beneath a great oak tree in the centre of the restored forest, each with a contingent of their people. There to bear witness to the meeting was Vilbeorn, the new Lord of the Beornings. His father, Grimbeorn the Old, was slain during the attack on Mirkwood. The two Elven rulers sat at opposite ends of a great Oak table that had been brought for the purpose. In the centre, a large map of the forest was spread out and held in place by heavy stones.

Birds sang in the green leafed trees above them in the bright sunshine, heralding the great meeting that was taking place. Thranduil brushed silent tears from his eyes, as Celeborn solemnly related how Calenamath had met his death."He shielded Anberenien from the deadly arrow and died from his wounds."

"And what of the perpetrators? Have they been found?" demanded Thranduil.

"My warriors apprehended the fugitives quickly. They are on their way to Gondor to stand trial for their crimes," replied Celeborn.

Thranduil stood and slammed his fist upon the table. "Why did you not bring the vermin to me? My brother has been slain, my betrothed taken from me. I demand justice for all they have done to my people and MY FAMILY!"

"Men must be tried by Men Thranduil. King Elessar has charges of his own to lie before the Priests of Morgoth. For the murder of his kinfolk and the crimes committed against Princess Anberenien. If you wish to add charges of your own, may I suggest you send word to your son in Minas Tirith," replied Celeborn.

Thranduil calmed, he had not heard from Legolas since word of his arrival in Lothlórien. "My son? You have had word from Legolas? I feared the worst."

Celeborn smiled slightly. "I bring not only grim tidings. Legolas has been at Elessar's side throughout the mission, even to the black gates of Mordor itself. He fought most bravely and now attends the King as your emissary. You should be very proud of him."

Another tear dropped from Thranduil's eyes as he breathed a sigh of relief. His words almost choked as he spoke."This is welcome news indeed. I shall, of course, send word to him. My brother's death must not go unpunished. I thank you for your kindness towards Calenamath, dear cousin. We parted on harsh words. Now it is too late to make my peace with him." Then his thoughts then turned to Thorwen. Knowing Calenamath had rescued her from Dol Guldur, he feared what tortures she had endured in that awful place. "Is she well? What did they do to her?"

"Princess Anberenien is in the care of my wife, who has taken her to the falls of Nimrodel. They will remain there until she is healed," said Celeborn.

"What did they do to her?" repeated Thranduil. Yet he was fearful of the reply.

A mournful look crept across Celeborn's face. "They used Poppy syrup, Thranduil, in the food, clothing and makeup they forced upon her. She suffered greatly during the withdrawal and its effects are not entirely gone from her. The brown Wizard fared worse....... his body could not take the strain. "

Thranduil was horrified. He knew from Calenamath's reports the potency and cruelty of such a substance. "Radagast is dead? I did not know they had taken him too. Poor Thorwen, she is alone now. I should be with her."

"Alas, that cannot be until your wedding, cousin. Besides, you have enough to do rebuilding your realm for the time being."

Thranduil indicated to Celephinniel, who stood close by. "My newly appointed steward knows what needs to be done. She is working with the Beornings who are teaching us how to till our burnt out lands to the West. We shall grow our own crops as you do, a fresh start for my people. But my place is with Thorwen. I swore an oath to the Valar that I would not willingly leave her side."

"I understand your need to honour your oath, but you cannot come to my realm as the Woodland King to claim your bride. You have agreed to Lord Elrond's terms and you must honour them. Why not send a worthy representative in your stead as Calenamath was?"

Thranduil knew Celeborn was right. He had agreed to Elrond's terms and knew he must honour them. Yet his heart told him he needed to be at Thorwen's side, even if that meant going south. But how could he honour both his agreement with Elrond and his oath to the Valar? "I will give the matter some careful thought."

Celeborn glanced at the map upon the table. "Then, Dear Cousin, I believe the time has come to discuss our principal business." Thranduil agreed and called for more wine.

The light from the rising sun shimmered through the Ice-cold water running down Anberenien's scarred limbs, but she no longer minded. The temperature of the water never seemed to bother Galadriel or the maidens, though they had only bathed in the falls a couple of times. Galadriel, however, made Anberenien bathe every morning at dawn, then again at twilight for several days. After the bathing, the maidens would dry her in linen towels, then dress her in an undershift and bedrobe. Upon her return to the pavilion, a simple meal of Lembas and water from the Nimrodel would be waiting.

Galadriel said that it was necessary to purify her both outside and within. For the rest of the day, they would either sit in silent reflection, sleep, or talk. Sometimes Galadriel would ask Anberenien of her memories of Aman or her childhood and Anberenien would recall the little she could remember. In the evenings, after the twilight bathing, they would all sing songs of healing. Each day that passed seemed a little lighter. Then one morning, Anberenien woke to a breakfast of porridge, fruit and tea.

Galadriel sat at the other end of the table eating a breakfast of fruit. "Today we return to Caras Galadon."

"Am I? Purified now?" asked Anberenien.

Galadriel finished an apple and rose from the table. "What do you think?"

Anberenien thought for a moment. She could feel a change had taken place within her, something had reawakened. But at the same time, she felt she had lost another part of herself. "I feel less burdened," she replied.

Galadriel smiled and nodded. "Lord Celeborn arrives home tomorrow and we must be there to welcome him." After breakfast, the maidens dressed Anberenien in a white linen undershift with an over gown in white silk. As they dressed her, Anberenien caught her reflection in a nearby mirror. There were more streaks of silver in her hair, but her eyes had regained their luminance. The maidens then set about striking camp. Then Galadriel led the company back to the jetty where the swan boat was waiting.

Upon their arrival at the Hythe of Caras Galadhon, Galadriel instructed her maidens to prepare for the return of Lord Celeborn. She then led the company along a path towards a large hill where Anberenien had seen the tree city among the great Mallorns. The leaves on the white branches were changing from gold to green. In the Woodland Realm, many of the Elves made simple homes in the great beeches, but these Elven homes were far more elaborate. As they crossed the drawbridge, Anberenien marvelled at the great tree city above her. The maidens continued up the hill, whilst Galadriel beckoned Anberenien to follow her. Soon they came to a small hollow and descended a flight of narrow steps.

At the bottom of the hollow, Anberenien found they were standing in a garden abundant with flowering trees and shrubs. "The forest of flowers, where I go to in my dreams," she whispered.

Galadriel turned to her and smiled. "I suppose it would feel like that to you." In the centre was a large basin. Galadriel filled the basin with water from the nearby stream. "I should not have to tell you what this is or what it does, Almárie. But there are things even you must learn and understand. When you are ready, look into the water."

Anberenien came to the basin and peered into the water. At first, she could see nothing, then a swirling mist came before her eyes. When the mist cleared, she saw herself in her true form, playing chess with her Lord in Mandos. "Checkmate."

Almárie sighed and hung her head. "I am not making any progress, my Lord Námo. I will never be any good at this game."

"Almárie, winning is not the object of the game, but rather an acceptance of what must be. I am teaching you this so that you will understand why it is impossible to win against me and why in Middle Earth, few will find it possible to win against you."

Almárie looked up with a puzzled expression. "Middle Earth my Lord?"

Námo nodded. "I have a task for you, from illuvatar. Your brother Aiwendil has become distracted from his mission. I am sending you to remind him of his duty and to assist him if need be. If he refuses to resume his mission, you are to complete it in his stead."

"But he has only just left, my Lord."

"In Valian time, yes, but in Middle Earth, time flows differently. Hundreds of years have passed there. Soon I will send you to middle earth to carry out Illuvatar's will."

"Will I go as an old woman, like the wizards?"

"No, your time on Middle Earth will be short. But first, I have other tasks for you to complete. Now, what have you learned from the playing of this game?"

Almárie looked at the Chessboard then back at her Lord. "I am a servant of fate. You are my Lord. Only Iluvatar can win against my Lord."

Námo nodded. "Precisely. Few will win against you on Middle Earth unless they have come before me or Iluvatar himself."

"What if they draw?"

"No one in Aman can draw, and for those who draw with you on Middle Earth, Almárie. Their doom is close at hand and bitter will be their passing."

The mists came again and when they cleared; she saw the Ring of Doom where the Valar held council. They were discussing the curse she had heard whispered of in the Woodland Realm. Of Thranduil's first wife, lost to him in battle alongside his father. She had cursed herself with her dying breath. The Valar argued the wisdom of interfering in such a matter, till Námo spoke. "It is the will of Eru Iluvatar that a queen shall walk again in the great Greenwood. And with her King, lead the Elves of the Green Wood home to Eldamar. But she cannot be born of the Elves, for her time on Middle Earth will be short. She will be born of men from the line of Melian, for a Maia cannot be born into a lesser line. I am sending one of my servants for the task, she whose brother is already resident in Mirkwood."

"You would send Almárie? I fear like her brother, she is too naïve for such a task, Brother," protested Irmo.

"What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in courage. Did she not stand firm against her former friend Mairon when he tried to persuade her to join Melkor's service?" Aule reminded the council.

The Valar continued to debate the matter till Námo spoke again. "It is the will of Iluvatar that sends Almárie, for the Elven King must love again, that he and his people might turn their eyes to the West and come to Eldarmar. Therefore, unlike the Istari, Almárie must be bound in oath to return to the Blessed Realm when summoned."

"But brother, there are few left in the line of Melian whom Almárie can be born to, save a couple who are doomed to be childless," said Nienna.

Then, as the mists faded, Anberenien heard Námo's final words. "Then they are childless no longer, so be the will of iluvatar!"

Anberenien looked up from the basin. "My oath, I remember now. Then they never meant for me to help my brother. My whole life and all I have endured has all been a lie!"

"No Almárie, you have always had free will. It was you who chose to leave Imladris and cross into Mirkwood. Just as both you and Thranduil chose to surrender to your love and will Wed if it still be your will. But if you have any doubts about the union, speak now and you may pass back into the West." replied Galadriel.

Anberenien shook her head. "My heart is his, just as it was for Melian and her love for Thingol. Yet I fear when he hears of how Calenamath was slain, he will turn from me and break my heart."

"That would be unlikely. The love of an Elf is not fickle like a man's. Once a couple is betrothed, rarely is it broken. Did not Thranduil forbid his brother to return without you? Calenamath's death is as much a stain upon his hands as yours."

Anberenien closed her eyes and let her tears fall freely as she remembered Calenamath's last moments. Galadriel was right, whether or not intentionally. Both she and Thranduil had played a part in his death. "I should have sent him away, not remain to accompany me to Lothlorien. If Calenamath had gone into the West, he would not have suffered such a cruel death."

Galadriel smiled sadly. "Do you really think he would have gone? It was his heart that kept him by your side. It is not in an Elf's nature to avoid their doom, even if it means their death. Like Thranduil, it was Calenamath's doom to love you and even though he knew the price, he accepted it."

"What must I do to make amends?"

"You must fulfil the task you were sent to Middle Earth for. A queen shall walk again in the Great Green Wood, repay the blood debt and, with her king, lead the Wood Elves into the uttermost West." Galadriel sat upon a stone bench, indicating for Anberenien to join her. "After you are wed, King Elessar will task you with overseeing the restoration of Arnor, something you cannot do alone. Thranduil's counsel will be essential in the coming years. And with the war over, it is time to turn our attention to matters of peace."

Anberenien looked at her curiously. "How can I bring the Wood Elves to Eldamar, they have no desire for the uttermost west. What will happen if they will not come?"

"The love for their king and queen will turn their eyes westward. A queen raised among them but not of them, the perfect emissary. Few will choose to remain, for those who do will fade from the world. Consumed by their fea they will wonder as wraiths diminished and alone. But in Eldamar they will thrive and ascend, free from the burdens of this world."

Her words shook Anberenien to her core, the thought of those she had grown to love becoming little more than wraiths filled her with dread. And she resolved to do everything in her power to prevent it. "I will do all within my power to bring them home. But as for the blood debt, how will I repay it when I will never have children? It is something I have always known."

A wry smile crept across Galadriel's face. "You will not have sons, Almárie. But through you, Thranduil's bloodline will remain on Middle Earth long after your passing." She took Anberenien's hand. "This was why the purification was necessary as we carry our babes within us."

"Yes, but how do they get there? No one has ever explained that mystery to me."

Galadriel stifled a chuckle. "That mystery is what we shall speak of now. When a maiden is preparing for her wedding. It is customary for her mother or senior female kinswoman, to give her counsel. As your mother is passed, that honour falls to me."

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The following evening, the Lord and Lady's household assembled at the Hythe to welcome Lord Celeborn home. Anberenien stood nervously beside Galadriel, the subject of their conversation still vivid in her mind. "Do I have to Wed at Minas Tirith?" she asked.

"That would be most fitting for a Princess of the Realm. Why do you ask?" replied Galadriel.

"It is only that it feels strange to me, to wed in a city I do not know. I would prefer to be wed simply under a canopy of trees in starlight with just my close kin, like the Elven couple by the river last night. It was beautiful. I felt privileged you let me witness it," said Anberenien.

"Did you now?" smiled Galadriel.

The Elves sang a song of welcome as the flotilla of Swan boats came into view. Lord Celeborn's boat was at its head and was the first to moor at the Hythe. He and his company soon disembarked the swan boat, then warmly greeted Galadriel and Anberenien. "we have had a most successful meeting with Thranduil, Melleth nin. I will tell you all over supper what has been agreed."

Three Elves from the Woodland Realm disembarked. Anberenien was overjoyed as she recognised two of them."Faelnith! Merenthel! what are you doing here?"

Both of them bowed low. "The King sent us to attend upon you, my Lady Princess," said Merenthel.

Anberenien embraced them both but was eager to know if Celephinniel was safe and well. Faelnith explained she was, and that the King had appointed her his steward. "Mother is organising the restoration of the woodland realm for there was much damage after the battle, My Lady Princess."

Anberenien breathed a sigh of relief. "A worthy position for her. I feared the worst after......."

Merenthel bowed her head. "Prince Calenamath....... we were devastated to hear of his death, my Lady Princess."

"King Thranduil sends you his love and hopes you are recovering well after your imprisonment at Dol Guldor, Anberenien. He asked that your ladies attend upon you, which I have agreed to. He also sends Calithiliel for your journey to Minas Tirith. She is resting in our stables after the journey," said Celeborn.

"Calithiliel, oh, how I have missed her. How is Thranduil? Is he well?" asked Anberenien.

"The King is very well, but misses you greatly and he has made one more request." Celeborn turned to the third Elf. "Princess Anberenien, may I present Thurindaer. King Thranduil has sent him to serve as your bodyguard on the journey to Minas Tirith." The Elf was very tall and his hood remained up over his face so that she could only see his mouth.

Galadriel's eyes narrowed at Celeborn, and she raised an eyebrow. "This is most irregular, Anberenien has no need of a bodyguard."

"Nevertheless, I have granted this small request, just to put his mind at ease," replied Celeborn, giving her a knowing smile.

The hooded Elf approached Anberenien and bowed low. "My Lady Princess, I am honoured to be in your service," he whispered. Then, as he took her hand and kissed it, she glimpsed his eyes beneath the hood and her heart leapt.

"Thurindaer? interesting choice of epessë," whispered Galadriel.

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They sat awkwardly beside each other on the banks of the Celebrant with only a slight gap between them. Thurindaer kept his hood up as he gazed into the water, looking at Anberenien's reflection. Every inch of him wanted to reach out and hold her, but he resisted the urge. "You look good in white," he whispered.

"I prefer green," replied Anberenien. Thurindaer smiled slightly as he saw her blushing in the river's smooth waters. He had feared what he might find upon arrival. But here she was, a few more silver tresses in her hair, but still Thorwen, his Thorwen.

He looked up and scanned the trees across the river for any signs of being watched, but could see no one in the trees. "Celeborn said Galadriel took you to the falls of Nimrodel." He then turned to Anberenien, his bright eyes meeting hers. "Is it gone from you? The shadow."

Tears welled up in her luminous eyes."It has, along with much of my mannishness." There was a long pause between them. "I was surprised you came."

"You knew I would come. Why would I not?"

Her tears rolled silently down her cheeks. "Calenamath." Her words pierced his heart as if the very arrow that had killed his brother had struck him. "I feared you would turn from me when you knew how he died. He said 'Melleth nin ris' before he passed from this world."

My beloved queen. Of course, he would say that. Calenamath had loved her as much as Thranduil did. But he also knew the deeper meaning of those words. Calenamath was pledging his love and loyalty to them both with his dying breath. "If it were not for Calenamath, we would not be sitting here now. I owe him a great debt. It was not the first arrow he had saved you from. I am glad it was your arms he passed in. My brother was selfless, even in love." Thurindaer slid his hand towards Anberenien's fingers, just touching hers as her hand lay in the grass.

"Not here. There are eyes upon us," warned Anberenien.

"Let them watch!" replied Thurindaer. He edged closer, his fingers gently caressing the back of her hand. "Do you remember the last time we were at a riverbank?"

Anberenien lowered her eyes, but did not withdraw her hand."Yes, before our betrothal feast...... I pulled you into the water. I was whole then."

"You are still whole to me Thorwen, your scars do not make you any less of a woman, just as mine do not make me any less a King." They talked about how they lost each other in the battle under the trees. "I searched for you for hours, sent the best scouts, but they could find nothing. Calenamath knew in his heart what had happened to you. I wanted to march on Dol Guldur myself, but our people were weary after the battle. Their homes destroyed and their spirits low. And there was still a threat on our eastern borders from the Easterlings. Calenamath assured me he and the Hurscarls would find you whilst I attended to the needs of our people. Yet I took my fear and wrath out on him, forbid him from returning without you. I may as well have loosed the arrow that went through his heart."

"I was as much to blame. I drank too much wine that night and disgraced myself. Calenamath was returning me to the pavilion when it happened."

Thurindaer smirked slightly."Then Celeborn and Galadriel should have kept a better I on you. I would have done."

"I called out to you during the battle, but no answer came and I feared you were..... slain. Then some deserters from Dale tried to take me captive to claim my bounty. It did not end well for them. It was the spiders that got me in the end. I guess I have the priests to thank for my not becoming their next meal," replied Anberenien.

Thurindaer sniggered. "Spiders? How very careless of you, Thorwen."

He saw the blush return to her face as she beamed back at him. "I wish I was still Thorwen, and we were back in the Woodland Realm racing through the trees, and you cheating......."

Thurindaer raised his hands in mocking offence. "I never cheat, I am........... Thurindaer."

The smile dropped from Anberenien's face, and she looked about nervously. "They know who you really are, Galadriel and Celeborn," she whispered.

Thurindaer chuckled. "Why, of course they do. That is not the point. The Woodland King would need to be accompanied by a large retinue. But Thurindaer can travel without attracting attention. This guise I am willing to endure, in honour of my brother's sacrifice." He did not relish the journey ahead, too many painful memories. He thought of his father, Lasseth, and all the other brave souls who had been slain at Dagorlad. But war was over now and the shadow was gone. If he wished to remain at Thorwen's side, he would have to face his fears and humble himself."

"You intend to keep this up all the way to Minas Tirith?"

Thurindaer brought his arm to rest upon his raised knee in a more relaxed pose. "I will if I must. Of course, I am looking forward to seeing Legolas. I wonder how long it will take for him to recognise me?"

"Have you had word from him?"

"Yes, he is in Ithilien with King Elessar's host, serving as my emissary. I look forward to his homecoming. He is sure to have quite a tale to tell."

"What if someone recognises you?"

Thurindaer tugged at his hood. "They won't!"

"Are you going to keep your hood up for the entire journey?"

"I don't see why not."

A mischievous grin crept across Anberenien's face. "Even so, a servant should show his face to his master or mistress, as a mark of respect."

"Who told you that?"

"You did." And they both giggled.

"Very well, my Lady Princess, as Thurindaer is a loyal servant of the Woodland King. He had better lower his hood as a mark of respect to his mistress." He felt a blush forming upon his cheeks as he slowly lowered his hood. But was surprised when Anberenien threw her head back with laughter when she saw him."What is it? What is so funny?"

"Your hair..... you look just like Legolas. You could pass for twins!" she chuckled.

Thurindaer frowned. "Hilarious, if I were not your servant, I would....."

Anberenien's face broke out into a cheeky grin."You would what? Lock me in my chamber? Not without you, I hope, my Lord King."

"What are you insinuating? I am your humble servant, my Lady Princess," replied Thurindaer. He feigned embarrassment at her words, but in truth, it excited him. "Am I to assume your grandmother has passed some womanly wisdom to you?"

Anberenien's eyes shone even more brightly than he remembered. "She has explained the more intimate parts of the wedding ceremony, my Lord........ Thurindaer." The slip of her tongue amused him. It did not surprise him that Galadriel had counselled Anberenien on such matters. With Lord Elrond as her adopted father, she was best placed to give such advice and would most likely have done the same for Lady Arwen. He pondered for a moment who would have given Galadriel such counsel. Most likely Melian, who was like a mother to her when they all lived in Doriath. How different she had been in those days, age had certainly mellowed her. As Thurindaer pondered on this, he suddenly realised Anberenien had gone.

Concerned, he looked about him only to see her standing near a grove of Mallorns. She giggled, beckoning him to follow before entering the grove. Thurindaer did not hesitate. He rose quickly, a smirk creeping across his face as he followed her. It was silent as he entered the grove, golden leaves falling gently around him.

"Thorwen?" he whispered as he searched behind each massive trunk.

"Guess again," whispered a voice as pure as silver. He felt her eyes upon him as he looked this way and that, though he could not seek her out. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he heard her laughter behind him, then in front. He felt her presence as if she was enveloping him. Then she appeared before him like a bright silver flame in all of her radiance. "Be you, my servant, or my King?" she asked in her soft, silvery voice.

The very sight of her brought Thurindaer to his knees as he took her hands. She was everything his heart desired."By Eru Iluvatar, I Thranduil, swear to be your servant and your King. For now and evermore!"

Almárie drew him to his feet, her eyes locked with his. "By Eru Iluvatar, I, Almárie the Blessed, shall be your servant and your Queen. For now and evermore, and when I am yours, I shall take the name of Aleth, Sindarin for Blessed Female, Mime Melda."

"Then my people shall know you as Alethris. Their Blessed Queen and wait for you to walk in the Great Green Wood now called Eryn Lasgalen. But to me, you shall always be Thorwen, my Thorwen forever, Melleth nin!"

"Then you, Mime Melda, shall be my Thurindaer, my hidden bridegroom, and my only love." Her radiance diminished, and she was Anberenien once more. Thurindaer took her into his arms and they stared into each other's eyes, neither wanting to pull away. Thurindaer brushed the loose strands away from her hair, brushing his lips against hers. He felt her tremble as she received his warm lips, so pulled her close in case she swooned. As he felt her fingers gently caress his braids, the heat of desire welled up within him. He responded by drowning his fingers in her free flowing hair. Their kisses became more passionate as their pent up emotions were finally unleashed.

Galadriel touched the water lightly with her fingers, and the image faded. Celeborn raised an eyebrow as she did so. "They have made a sacred oath to each other. We should intervene before......."

Galadriel placed a finger to his lips. "There is no need. Thranduil will not take her to wife before the proper time. He is bound by his promise to Elrond and King Elessar would not take kindly to such a slight. We shall watch, but not intervene. Let them love without burdens for a little while, for even in peace, a crown is a burden."

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The border guards had spied the wedding party as they reached the bottom of the Dimrill Dale. Their music and laughter were heard long before the party had arrived at Cerin Amroth. Anberenien stood with Celeborn and Galadriel to greet the arriving guests. Elrond and Arwen led the party, and when the music stopped, they both dismounted and greeted Celeborn, Galadriel, and Anberenien. Elrond's eyes were moist as he embraced her. "Anberenien, my younger daughter, you do not know how much joy it brings to have you returned to me at last."

Anberenien smiled. "It brings me much joy too, Father."

Elrond's face was a mixture of joy and pain as he examined Anberenien's hair. "So much pain you have endured. Now it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you, your 'older' sister, Arwen."

Arwen was taller than Anberenien, and her long raven tresses hung in a braid down her back as she embraced her. "At last we meet, little sister. Your eyes, it is just as father said."

"Father and our brothers have told me so much about you. I feel as if I have known you always." They spoke at length as they grew acquainted. Then Anberenien was reunited with many of the Elves who had raised her in Rivendell. "I hope you made good use of the gift I sent you," said Glorfindel.

Anberenien cast her eyes downward. "The Temple of Morgoth took everything from me when they held me captive. But Calenamath found my effects, including the Mithril shirt, when they purged Dol Guldur. Now they reside in Celeborn's armoury." Glorfindel reassured her it was probably for the best and that it would be some time before she would have need of it again.

"You are not disappointed in me?" asked Anberenien.

Glorfindel laughed. "I could never be disappointed in my most Gracious Princess."

"I hear you have been reorganising the Woodland realm's accounting Ledgers, an unenviable task," said Erestor approvingly.

Anberenien laughed slightly. "And they are likely to be a complete mess again upon my return."

"Wood Elves are not the most organised folk when it comes to such things. But it is nice to know you paid some attention to my lessons," replied Erestor.

Elrond placed his hand on her shoulder. "Would you take a walk with me, Anberenien? I would speak with you alone."

"Of course, father."

They walked for a long time before speaking. Then Elrond enquired about Anberenien's time in captivity, Radagast's passing, and her healing at the falls of Nimrodel. "I was sorry to hear of Prince Calenamath's death. May his time in Mandos be brief." They embraced again, then Elrond noticed the hooded figure clad in green, watching them from a nearby tree. He turned to Anberenien, his eyebrow raised as he frowned. "He is here, isn't he."

Anberenien's blushed cheeks betrayed her. "The King has sent me a bodyguard, Thurindaer."

"Thurindaer? Anberenien, I am no fool. I know exactly what Thurindaer means. But your betrothed is not without honour, no matter what the dwarves claim." He then raised his voice as he spoke to ensure Thurindaer could hear him. "It shall be interesting to see how long he can keep it up. Who is taking care of the Woodland Realm?"

"The King made Celephinniel Steward."

Elrond cast an eye towards the trees. "I am acquainted with the Lady, a wise choice. Let us hope there will be no......... recklessness on the journey south." He turned back to Anberenien and smiled. "We should return to your sister."

The wedding party feasted and rested for several days, allowing Anberenien and Arwen to get better acquainted. But all too soon it was time to journey to Minas Tirith. Anberenien rode upon Calithiliel with her ladies and Thurindaer beside her. They both kept their hoods up, and no one who saw them would have suspected Anberenien was anything other than another Elf in the procession. Southward they rode, but not with haste. Across the hills of the Wold and the South downs. Then passing into Rohan by the grassy plains of East Emnet.

Herdsmen watched spellbound as the strange, happy procession made its way through the land before resuming their business. But Anberenien suspected many tales would be told around their hearths of what they had seen. Before arriving at Edoras, the wedding party camped at a ford known as the Entwade. As the Elves set up camp, Anberenien noticed a great forest in the distance. "I believe that is Fangorn forest," said Thurindaer, as he stood behind her.

"Isn't that where the Ents live?" asked Anberenien.

"Yes, If there are any left these days."

"Have you ever been there?"

"No, few Elves have visited that forest," replied Thurindaer.

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The next morning, Anberenien rose early, refreshed after a good night's rest. She put on her bed robe and came out of her tented room into the awning of Elrond's pavilion. Servants were busily preparing breakfast and Lord Elrond sat in his chair, deep in thought. "Mae Govannen Anberenien, did you rest well?"

"Very well, Ada, the outdoor air agrees with me."

"I have sent a messenger to Edoras this morning. We will reach there by tomorrow evening. There we shall rest for a few days before continuing to Minas Tirith," said Elrond.

"Mae Govannen Ada, Muinthel, it looks to be another glorious day," said Arwen as she joined them. Elrond put his feet upon a nearby footstool. "Yes, and no travelling till tomorrow. Today we can rest and enjoy a little peace and tranquillity." The day wore on at a gentle pace as the Elves made preparations for a feast that evening. Then, as daylight waned, the welcoming party from Edoras approached the encampment, led by Elladan and Elrohir.

Elrohir ran to Anberenien, embraced her, and messed her hair. "Ah, Anberenien! Dilthen Muinthel nin! You are so tall and womanly now. But what has happened to your hair?"

"I have only grown a little, Muindor, but my hair is a much longer tale."

"You have grown indeed, Dilthen Muinthel. Just what do the Wood Elves feed you, Ent draft? I trust you are no longer the bane of any harps," said Elladan affectionately. That night, as Anberenien feasted with her siblings, she cast her eyes across the festivities. By Elrond's pavilion, she saw Thurindaer leaning against a tent post. His bright eyes fixed upon her from under his hood. Then she saw her father Elrond, who sat with her grandparents. He looked toward Anberenien and her siblings with a mixture of joy and sadness. He caught her looking back at him and smiled in acknowledgement before resuming his conversation.

At dawn, as they prepared to depart for Edoras. Anberenien was brushing down Calithiliel when one of the Rohirrim approached her. He had long, bright red hair that hung in small braids about his shoulders. "Pardon my intrusion, my Lady Princess," he said, bowing slightly. I am Holdred, Master of the Royal stables. You have a very fine mare there. She looks more like a Mearas of the Mark than an Elven Horse."

Anberenien smiled broadly. "Her name is Calithiliel or Moonlight's Daughter in your tongue. I do not know where she came from. The Wood Elves found her wandering in Mirkwood when she was quite young. It was a wonder the spiders did not get her. But she would let no one ride her save me, and we have been close ever since."

"Is that so, my Lady Princess? Perhaps she does have the blood of Rohan in her veins," replied Holdred. Suddenly Calithiliel whinnied and moved towards Holdred, nuzzling him with her muzzle. As he patted and stroked her in response, his eyes widened with surprise. "I cannot believe it. This mare is Simbelmynë, my Lady Princess. One of our lost ones!"

"How do you know that, Holdred?"

"I never forget a foal, my Lady Princess. Her father was the old King's Horse, Snowmaine. Orcs stole her along with her mother, a coal-black mare. I thought they would have killed her. I am glad she found her way to safety, My Lady Princess. And you are very privileged she chose you to be her rider. She is a Princess herself, of horses that is."

Crossing the Entwade, the Wedding party headed southwest through West Emnet. Holdred and the other riders from Rohan led the way. By Sunset a great hill came into view, the city of Edoras perched upon it. At its summit, a great Golden Hall caught the last of the sun's light. A great stone wall with a thorny fence above it surrounded the hill. At the gates, Holdred blew his horn, and they opened. And as the party approached the gates, Anberenien noticed small mounds lining each side of the road with white flowers upon them. She at once recognised them to be Simbelmynë, the white flower that Calithiliel had been named after.

A young man and woman with golden hair stood at the gates. They were dressed in mourning clothes and the young man wore a golden crown. The young woman was a few years older than Anberenien, and one of her arms was in a sling. Elrond, Arwen, Galadriel, and Celeborn dismounted and exchanged pleasantries. Then the young man addressed the rest of the company. "Honoured guests, I am Eomer, King of Rohan, and this is my sister Princess Eowyn. We humbly bid you welcome to Edoras and have prepared a feast for you in Meduseld."

The party dismounted and followed Eomer and Eowyn up the hill towards the Golden Hall. Inside it was large and magnificent but very similar in style, to the Great Hall of Duincar. The Rohirrim had laid a large feast out upon the tables. At the Dais table sat the King, with Elrond and Arwen to his right and Elladan and Elrohir to their right. On his left sat Celeborn, Galadriel, and Eowyn, with Anberenien seated next to her. Thurindaer had to sit with the servants but kept a watchful eye in her direction.

Anberenien and Eowyn got acquainted as they dined together, and she asked Eowyn about her arm. Eowyn explained how she had been injured while defeating the Witch King of Angmar in battle. Anberenien shivered. "unpleasant creatures. I had my own troubles with them in Mirkwood. I am relieved they are no more."

She told Eowyn of the two occasions when the Nazgul had come for her. Eowyn was impressed by her tale. "You were lucky to escape as lightly as you did. The black breath nearly killed me."

"Well, I am glad that you are recovering now," said Anberenien.

Eowyn blushed slightly. "You have your Kinsman, King Elessar, to thank for that." She then noticed the scars on Anberenien's arms. "Is that how you got those, Princess Anberenien? Your wounds must have been deep."

"No, these scars were not caused by the Nazgul. I will gladly tell you all, but not here."

Later that evening they went outside of the great hall where Anberenien explained how she had come by her scars. Eowyn looked at her in wonder."It is a blessing you survived such torture. You are very brave, Anberenien."

"But you killed the Witch King of Angmar. Few can boast that, Eowyn."

"No, you are far braver than I. When I fought, I wanted to die in glory. Even after your royal brother healed me, I longed for death. You fought to live."

"But you do not seem that way now. What changed?"

Eowyn smiled, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. "My heart was brought alive again by one whom I met in Minas Tirith. He brought me comfort when I was recovering in the houses of healing. My Faramir, the King, has made him Steward of Gondor, as was his father and Prince of Ithilien, too."

"You have a sweetheart?"

"I am soon to be betrothed, but not until our mourning time is at an end. I was very young when my father and mother passed. Theoden, our late king, was my father's brother. He raised Eomer and I and was like a father to us. The Elves say you are betrothed to the Elven King of Mirkwood."

"Yes, I am to be wed to the Elven King, but the forest is now cleansed and called Eryn Lasgalen. I too lost my mortal family when I was a young child. Lord Elrond raised me as his daughter, though in truth he is a kind of distant uncle. Aragorn is the cousin of my late father, though he calls me sister."

"You certainly have Aragorn's look. But your eyes are so strange, is that because of your Elven blood? They are so bright, more silver than grey like Aragorn's."

"I do not know. My eyes have always been this way."

Someone cleared their throat behind them. A hooded figure stood leaning against the wall. Eowyn was startled. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"My apologies Eowyn, this is Thurindaer, my bodyguard."

"You need a bodyguard, Anberenien?"

"At the King's request, it puts his mind at ease."

Eowyn looked at the moon as the clouds crossed it. "The evening is getting late. I should bid goodnight to our guests. Will you return with me inside?"

"I will join you presently. Thurindaer is here to protect me, and I would sit and enjoy the warm night air longer." Eowyn bid her a good evening and returned to the great hall.

Once she was gone, Thurindaer sat beside Anberenien. "I thought she would never leave."

Anberenien frowned at him. "That is unfair, Melleth Nin. we were sharing our tales. Eowyn is as brave and noble as any male warrior and worthy of your respect."

"You do not need to tell me that. She is indeed worthy of much admiration. But rarely have we been alone since we left Lothlorien."

"You have been travelling with me every day."

Thurindaer smiled. "Beside you, not with you. This journey has been harder to make than I feared. If it were not for you, I would not have the strength to travel this far south. Memories of what took place in ages past still linger in my mind. As fresh as the flowers upon the tombs outside this city."

Anberenien took his hand and looked into his eyes. "It takes courage to face what fears you, and even more courage to admit when you are afraid."

"And what do you fear, Melleth nin?"

"The realms of Men. I have not lived among them since I was a child, and although I wear the cloak of mannishness, I am not one of them." They sat silently, Anberenien resting her head on Thurindaer's shoulder. "I should join the others. I will be missed."

"Yes, you should," replied Thurindaer. They stood, then he pulled her into the shadows. "But not until I have my good night kiss," he whispered. Anberenien drew back his hood. She could see his beautiful blue eyes shining in the darkness. She felt him caress her face with his fingers, his warm lips upon hers as she ran her fingers through his hair. As their kisses became more passionate. She wanted to surrender to him there and then, for them to be one now and forever. Then they heard the door of the Great Hall open.

They both held their breath as they saw Elrond standing on the veranda, his eyes fixed upon the stars. His voice was calm but firm. "A very pleasant evening indeed, Anberenien. You are to lodge with Arwen, and she wishes to retire for the evening. Return to the hall, bid your hosts goodnight and join her. Your bodyguard can lodge with the rest of the servants and resume his duties in the morning. I trust the two of you will not be this....... reckless when we get to Minas Tirith." He returned to the hall, shutting the door loudly.

Anberenien and Thurindaer sniggered like two naughty children. "Nothing misses his notice, does it?" whispered Thurindaer.

"No, Father is almost as observant as you are. I must go, Melleth Nin. I do not wish to offend our hosts."

"Of course, My Lady Princess, I bid you goodnight," said Thurindaer. He bowed, then backed away into the shadows.

"Goodnight, Melleth nin," whispered Anberenien as she re-entered the Hall, knowing he was still there.

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A few days later the Wedding party took their leave of their Hosts at Edoras."Safe journey, Anberenien," said Eowyn as she gave her the Stirrup Cup. Anberenien took a sip and handed it back to her.

"It will not be long till I return."

"Farewell, my friend, until our next meeting," replied Eowyn. Holdred brought Calithiliel to Anberenien. But as she mounted her, the horse shifted uncomfortably.

"She seems a little skittish today," said Anberenien. Holdred suggested she was just excited after getting to know her kinfolk in the royal stables. For many days the Wedding Party travelled unhurriedly, along the road to Minas Tirith until the first sightings of the city were spied. Then they camped to rest the horses, sending a messenger on ahead to send word to King Elessar. Anberenien retired early that night, but as she lay in her bed, she could hear soft, sad words exchanged between Elrond and Arwen. She could not hear what they spoke of and did not wish to. But in her heart, she knew they were speaking of their final parting.

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The following morning, as Anberenien was dressing in her room, she heard her father speaking with a man whose voice she did not recognise. Elrond asked what business he had with the princess. "We bring tidings from King Elessar. He requests that his royal sister returns with us to Minas Tirith ahead of the wedding party." replied the man.

Faelnith excitedly entered the room. "A group of Gondorian Knights have arrived from Minas Tirith. Their captain is seeking an audience with you."

Anberenien finished dressing and went to join her father. Elrond was seated in his chair while speaking with a young captain. He was wearing silver armour with the black livery of Gondor and was holding his winged helm under his arm. They both turned as she approached and Anberenien suddenly realized who the Captain was.

On seeing Anberenien, he kneeled before her. "Princess Anberenien of the House of Telcontar. Royal Sister of King Elessar of Gondor. Princess of Arnor. King Elessar requests your presence in Minas Tirith ahead of the wedding party and sends us as your honour guard to escort you to the city."

"Borion? Surely it cannot be you. I thought you were dead!"

The Captain looked up at her. "Aye, er, yes, my Lady Princess, I am Borion."

Anberenien asked him to rise and called for a chair for him. They spoke of Duincar and how he had escaped with a handful of boys while their parents had fought off the Orcs to give them time. How he had become a ranger and even become close friends with Rodon before he was killed. Borion had been among the thirty rangers who had gone to assist their King with Halbarad.

"We were called the grey company. Halbarad was our leader."

"And how is dear Halbarad? I assume he is with my Royal Brother in Minas Tirith?" asked Anberenien.

"Alas, my Lady Princess. I hate to be the one to pass these tidings, but we lost him in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. He fought bravely and now rests in Rath Dinen in a place of Honour." Anberenien was in shock. Halbarad was gone. She thought of his hearty laugh and bear hugs on those rare visits to Duincar with her father. She thought if anyone survived the war, it would be him.

Anberenien thanked Borion for informing her of Halbarad's passing and asked for a little time to prepare before they left for Minas Tirith. "We have plenty of vittles in our mess tents." Borion thanked her, then took his leave.

Elrond gave Anberenien an enquiring look. "How old were you when you gave him that bloody nose?"

"Six, I believe Ada."

Elrond nodded slowly. "Six, hmmm, it seems not to have done him too much harm."

Anberenien then prepared for her journey to Minas Tirith. She dressed in her grey silk gown, now cleansed of Calenamath's blood. Her hair was styled into a crown braid with the small silver crown resting on top. Between her shoulders and bust, Anberenien wore her mother's brooches with their string of beads. She put on her cloak and took her leave of her Elven family, before leaving the Pavillion to meet the honour guard. She met with Borion, who introduced her to the other six Knights who had arrived with him. All had been part of the Grey Company.

As Anberenien went to mount Calithiliel, Elrond and Celeborn approached her.

"Anberenien, you are missing something," said Celeborn. He was holding her blade belt. "I have sent your armour to the Woodland Realm, but I think you should keep these with you."

"They have a noble history. They were given to the female bodyguard of Princess Silmariën of Númenor in recognition of her faithful service, then passed from mother to daughter through to Gruinith, your mortal grandmother," said Elrond.

"But how do you know that, Ada?"

"I have always known it, but you were not of an age to understand their provenance, and by the time you were, you were no longer in my care. Now iell nin, go and pay homage to your Royal Brother and your King."

Anberenien fixed the blades around her waist and mounted Calithiliel, riding alongside Thurindaer with her ladies behind and the honour guard leading the way. In the distance, Anberenien could see the city jutting out of the mountain like a great white beacon. As Gondorian guards waved them through badly damaged gates, charred remains littered the landscape before them, Orc heads, helmets and armour either hanging on spikes or for sale as souvenirs to passing travellers.

"These are the Pellinor Fields, also known as the Town Lands. This is where we lost Halbarad and many others defending Minas Tirith from the forces of the Dark Lord," said Borion. Already the people of the Town Lands were rebuilding their homes and farms. They smiled and cheered as the company passed by. By late afternoon, they had reached the Gatehouse of Minas Tirith. The walls were scorched and its great gates lay in pieces. Through the city, they went. Higher and higher as the people watched, some cheered and threw flowers. But others stood staring and whispered. At last, they came to the sixth tier and royal stables. As Anberenien dismounted, some familiar faces greeted her.

"Legolas! Mithrandir! What a wonderful surprise! Mithrandir, you are much changed."

"As are you, Princess," replied Gandalf.

Legolas embraced her, noting with concern how much her hair had changed since he last saw her. Anberenien explained that much had happened in the forest since their last meeting and expressed her condolences regarding Calenamath. "Alas, my poor uncle. We received word of his passing when the Galadhrim brought those monsters to Minas Tirith. This war has seen the passing of many a noble soul."

He then introduced a tall, dark-haired, handsome man who stood next to Gandalf. "Princess Anberenien, may I introduce Faramir Prince of Ithilien, the King's Steward. Do you remember Boromir who came with us to the Woodland Realm? Faramir is his younger brother. Sadly Boromir was slain on our journey south, defending others in our fellowship." News of Boromir's death did not come as a surprise to Anberenien, she had known his fate when he drew with her as they played chess together as Calenamath had done.

Faramir came forth and they exchanged pleasantries. "I am sorry about your brother. He was very charming when he visited."

"Thank you, Princess, my brother died as he lived, with bravery and honour. I'm glad to hear you saw a side of Boromir rarely seen. Whilst he was a warrior at heart, he could be very charming. I often think had he lived to be Steward, no bride would have been wed to a better husband."

Legolas frowned as he saw Anberenien's retinue dismounting. "Who is that strange hooded Elf with Faelnith and Merenthel?"

"Oh, that is Thurindaer. Your father sent him to serve as my bodyguard," replied Anberenien dismissively.

"I've never heard of a Thurindaer in Father's service?"

"It was your father who sent him."

Thurindaer bowed low. "My Lord Prince," he whispered.

Legolas frowned at Gandalf. "There is something strange about that...... bodyguard. Why has he not removed his hood?"

Gandalf smiled but did not reply.

The Knights formed an honour guard as Faramir ushered the party up a grand flight of stairs to the top tier of the citadel. Faramir then pointed out a great white tower to Anberenien. "That is the great tower of Ecthelion. The King's wedding will take place on its steps."

Anberenien shuddered as she remembered Nuta's words. "The Great Master intends to wed you upon the steps of the Tower of Minas Tirith for all to see."

"Princess, are you well?"

"Yes, Prince Faramir, but I am weary from the long journey."

"Of course, the King's house is not far." Anberenien looked about her as they walked. It was still light, as the sun had not yet set, but the air was much warmer than she was used to. Shortly they arrived at an extensive palace complex. There on the steps was the King's household and at the fore stood Aragorn, now the newly crowned King Elessar. The Honour guard stood aside as the King came down the steps. Now dressed in fine garments, the crown of Gondor upon his neatly groomed hair. He no longer looked like the scruffy ranger she had known all her life.

"Anberenien of the House of Telcontar, Daughter of Beren, Adopted Daughter of Lord Elrond of Rivendell, Princess of Arnor, Royal Sister of King Elessar, comes to pay homage to her Royal Brother King Elessar of the House of Telcontar," announced Faramir as Anberenien stood nervously, then bowed low.

Elessar smiled, his eyes filled with joyful tears. "Welcome home Anberenien, Your father would be very proud at this moment," he whispered. He kissed her forehead. "My Royal sister is returned to me at last!" Most of the Gondorians clapped and cheered but some eyed her strangely.

"Tonight we shall feast in your honour. There are many good friends and acquaintances I would have you meet. But first I must acquaint you with my household." Elessar took Anberenien's hand and introduced her to the important members of his household. An older woman then came forth and bowed low. She was tall, thin, wore a simple pale blue Kyrtle and her grey hair in a braided bun. She looked down her nose at Anberenien and gave off an air of superiority. "This is Elweth. She will be in charge of your household and has been preparing your apartment of rooms. The feast will begin shortly. Elweth will escort you to your apartment to prepare."

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Elweth led Anberenien and her retinue into the house of the King. She explained how she already had a guest waiting for her. The King had granted permission for Lady Lothíriel of Dol Amroth to meet her in Anberenien's apartment. Anberenien stared in wonder at the huge white and black marble entrance Hall. The floor looked like a large chessboard with great columns that appeared to grow out of the floor, the black and white marble twisting around each other. Two grand staircases in white Marble went up either side to a balcony that led to the upper rooms. Guards saluted as Elweth led them up one of the staircases and along a white marble corridor until they came to a large wooden door guarded by two guards. It had wrought iron hinges designed to look like tree branches, with a large iron tree sigil in the centre, all painted white.

Inside was a large lamplit solar. Its windows gave wide views of the landscape and mountain ranges. It was decorated sumptuously in a soft blue colour. Drapes at the windows, with couches and armchairs to match and a large writing desk in the corner. To the left and right of the room, doorways led to other rooms. Sitting on one couch was a young maiden. She had long dark hair, laughing grey eyes and was dressed in a bright blue gown with no sleeves and a low-cut neckline. Swans were embroidered at intervals on the skirt.

On seeing Anberenien, she jumped up smiling and curtseyed. The two of them shook hands and exchanged greetings. Anberenien was most surprised to see a maiden wearing blue, but soon realised it was the colour of her family's house. "King Elessar thought you might appreciate a friendly face," said Lothíriel.

Elweth cleared her throat. "Princess, let me show you around your apartment." She then led Anberenien from room to room, explaining their functions as if she were a child. The rooms to the right were an elegant dining room and kitchen for her servants to use. To the left was a bathing spa with a large square pool in its centre, a garderobe for her privy functions, servants' bedrooms, a box room for storage and a large, lavish bedroom with a dressing room attached all in the same soft blue. "The King has thought of your every comfort. He wants you to be happy here. I assume your Elven servants will return home after the King's wedding."

Anberenien was taken aback at Elweth's remark."I will not be sending my attendants away, why should I?"

Elweth stiffened. "As you wish, Princess, they are welcome to stay for the time being. But your male groom will have to lodge in the men's dormitories upstairs."

"He is not a male groom. He is my bodyguard and must remain at close quarters!"

"We have no way of accommodating him here except for the box room. There is a bed in there, but it's too small for an Elf, especially one of his height."

Anberenien glanced at Thurindaer, who nodded slightly. "The box room will be fine. Elves sleep very little anyway!"

Elweth sniffed. "Very well, my Lady Princess. I shall leave you to prepare for the feast unless you have any further need of me. I have laid fresh clothing out for you in your dressing room. But you must hurry, the King does not like to be kept waiting."

"Thank you, Elweth, that will be all," replied Anberenien. Elweth looked Anberenien up and down and left the apartment. Faelnith and Merenthel scurried off to the dressing room while Thurindaer stood by the window, arms folded, staring out into the dusk.

Lothíriel stifled a giggle."Thank goodness that old bat has gone. Now we can get to know each other properly."

"Lady Lothíriel, you cannot call her that," replied Anberenien in surprise.

"Why not? It is the truth, she is a miserable old bat, always has been." Lothíriel explained that Elweth used to serve in her household in Dol Amroth but had moved to Minas Tirith to be closer to her kinfolk after her husband's passing.

"She is a bit of an old bat really, all that talk of sending my attendants away." Then both of them fell about laughing.

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Anberenien sat beside Lothíriel and chatted happily as they got to know each other. "So why was Elweth so rude about my attendants?"

Lothíriel thought for a moment, then spoke in hushed tones. "Some Gondorians are wary that you have lived around Elves for so long, not to mention you look a little strange to them. Many would feel more comfortable if you were to adopt Gondorian customs."

"Do Gondorians not like Elves then?"

"Some do, my family even has Elf blood. The King is betrothed to an Elven Lady and I hear you are betrothed to an Elven King."

"I am betrothed to the Woodland King of Eryn Lasgallen."

"I've never heard of that. Where is it?" Anberenien explained it was the new name for Mirkwood. "Oh, I've heard the Elves there live in caves. I don't think I would like to spend the rest of my life in a cold, damp cave," replied Lothíriel.

Anberenien was surprised at her words. "The Elven Halls are not damp or cold. They are a royal palace and rather beautiful."

Lothíriel blushed and lowered her head. "Oh, I am sorry, my Lady Princess. I did not mean to offend. I am sure it is lovely." Her voice dropped to a whisper again. "Did the Elf King steal you from your family when you were a little girl? That is another story I've heard."

Anberenien frowned at her. "Certainly not! I was the King's Ward!" And she explained how she came to be found in Mirkwood. "Who on Middle Earth has told you such tales?"

"I would not worry. Most of it is tavern talk. My handmaiden's brother works in the Old Inn on the first tier and is always telling her the gossip. There is even a song, 'The Dúnadan Maiden', lost in the Forest and stolen by the Elf King because he wanted her silver eyes. My father says I shouldn't listen to such songs, but it is only a bit of fun."

Anberenien was most uncomfortable to hear about the song. Why would people make up stories about her? She looked at Thurindaer, who acknowledged her concern with a quiet growl. Turning back to Lothíriel, she could see she looked crestfallen. "I am sorry, my Lady Princess, I have spoken out of turn. I did not mean to offend. King Elessar speaks so highly of you. He says you are brave, strong, and wise. But he never told us how beautiful you are. Your hair, it is magical, and your eyes are like nothing I have ever seen. It's like you're from another world."

Anberenien smiled and blushed. Lothíriel was a sweet young woman and eager to make a good impression. "I think that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Lothíriel beamed with delight. Faelnith entered the Solar and reminded Anberenien that she needed to dress for the feast. In the dressing room, a gown in a similar style to Lothíriel's had been laid out for her. It was black, with the white tree embroidered upon it. Anberenien was concerned about how revealing it was. "What of my scars? Must they be revealed for all to see?" Faelnith suggested she wear a white silk kirtle underneath, which covered the scars upon her arms.

The Feast took place in Merethrond The great feasting hall of the King. It was a fast hall of white marble with gold leaf pillars. There were so many hands to shake and smiles to return, that Anberenien felt more like a curiosity than a princess. Many smiled to her face, then whispered behind her back, and she was unsure who was friend or foe. King Elessar introduced her to four halflings. They had been a welcome relief from all the fake smiles and pleasantries. Frodo, she knew to be old Bilbo's nephew, and they spoke at length about him. She learned Frodo had taken Sauron's ring to Mount Doom where it was destroyed, but he declined to speak further on it. There was also Pippin, who was a Knight of Gondor who proudly strutted about in his dress uniform with the other Knights and Merry, whom Eowyn had asked her to pass her personal best wishes to.

But the hobbit she had spoken with most was Sam. He asked lots of questions about the Wood Elves and the Elven King. He was genuinely interested in Anberenien and her life in Mirkwood. But Aragorn would often call her away to meet some Knight or dignitary, who shook or kissed her hand, made jokes about Elves or spoke to Anberenien as though she were a child. Only Prince Imrahill and his lady treated her with any genuine respect. Their sons were all handsome and charming with the same laughing grey eyes as their sister Lothíriel.

As Anberenien chatted with Lothíriel and her family, the thought occurred to her that had things been different, she may have been fostered by them and even wed to one of their sons. By the end of the evening, Anberenien was exhausted and relieved to at last return to her apartment.

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Thurindaer looked out from the window at the citadel below him, the people looking like tiny black insects in the torchlight. He heard the entrance door open and close behind him. "How was the feast?" he called without looking.

"Tiring, so many people to meet and make small talk with, smiling to my face but whispering behind my back," said Anberenien.

Thurindaer drew the drapes across the window, removing his hood as he turned to her. "That is hardly surprising, Thorwen. Gondorian nobles may use Sindarin names after the heroes of old, but actually meeting one or someone who has been raised by Elves is another thing."

Anberenien stood before him, the black and white of her gown complimenting her waist length, wavy hair. "But Elessar was raised in Imladris as I was?"

"But he is King, Thorwen, and has lived more of his life among Men than you have." He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair. "You look beautiful tonight. I wish I could have been with you."

Anberenien smiled sadly. "I missed you, too. I do not know how long I can bear it here. Perhaps after Elessar's wedding, I can seek his permission to return to the Woodland Realm. Then we can Wed and live in peace."

Thurindaer understood her pain. He was just as keen to leave the city as she was, even though they had only been there for a few hours. He held her close, breathing in her scent as they embraced. "Alas, he will not agree. He will want us to Wed in Minas Tirith. Even after our return to the Woodland Realm, we are bound by our agreement to oversee the restoration of Arnor. We are not done with the realms of men just yet."

Anberenien's eyes were moist as she pleaded with him. "I cannot wed in Minas Tirith, the memory of what was to take place here weighs heavily on my mind. If he will not agree to let me leave, let us go, in secret."

The temptation to agree to her request was strong, but he knew the likely results of such action. His very presence was already a risk to her honour and if his cover was blown, the consequences for them both would be grim. "We can't Thorwen, I will not risk war for our people, even for you. We must bide our time for now."

Anberenien nodded as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. He gently wiped it away, and they embraced again. A sudden noise made them both jump and break apart. Thurindaer breathed a sigh of relief as Merenthel entered the Solar. "Sorry to disturb you, my Lady Princess, but I have turned down your bed for you."

Anberenien thanked her and asked for some Camomile tea. She then sat on the couch with her head in her hands. "When will I ever be free to live my own life?" she sighed.

"Soon, Thorwen, I promise." He sat beside her, his arm around her, and she leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He knew she was exhausted. The day had been long and mostly on horseback. Merenthel returned with the tea, but Anberenien had already fallen asleep. Thurindaer smiled, kissed her and gently lifted her and carried her to her bedroom. She barely stirred as he gently laid her on top of the bed, remembering the last time he had done this after she had saved his life.

He sat beside her, watching her as she slept, longing to lie beside her. Yet knowing such an act would see them both in peril. After all, he was an Elf and a King at that, and no Elf would ever take advantage of such a situation. He rose, leaving her in the care of Merenthel, and returned to the solar. Then replaced his hood, opened the drapes and resumed his lonely vigil at the window, looking out into the night.

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There was still light in the darkening skies as Anberenien and Gandalf watched the wedding party approach the City Gatehouse. The company came to a halt just outside, then Elrond and Arwen dismounted. Elrond came forth whilst Arwen remained with the company. He caught sight of Anberenien and beckoned her to him. "Princess of Arnor, I would ask a small service from you."

"Of course, Ada. How may I be of assistance?"

Elrond gave her a small cushion, then he produced the sceptre of Arnor from his robes. Anberenien looked at him with surprise."You sent me to the Hall of fire for playing with that when I was a little girl."

Elrond smiled."I also sent King Elessar to the Hall of fire for much the same thing. Now he is a King and you shall be a Queen."

"You never told me Aragorn went to the hall of fire."

"He was there almost as many times as you were, must be something in the blood." and he winked at her. Anberenien accompanied Elrond, holding the cushion, as they approached King Elessar. Both bowed low, then Elrond made a speech as he presented the sceptre to him. Upon receiving the sceptre, Elessar held it aloft and declared the Kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor reunited, his words greeted by loud cheering. Returning the cushion to Elrond, Anberenien stood to the side as Elrond laid Arwen's hand in Elessar's.

Now the cheering grew louder, with shouts of "Hail to the King and his Queen!" Elessar and Arwen rode at the head of the procession, with Anberenien and Elrond behind with her brothers, then everyone else. The crowds threw flowers as the torchlit procession made its way through the city. But it was late into the evening before the procession finally reached the stable tier.

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The next morning, glaring sunshine streamed into the bedchamber, almost blinding Anberenien as she woke. "Sorry, my Lady Princess, we forgot to draw the drapes," said Merenthel.

Elweth entered the bedroom. "Good Morning Princess Anberenien, the King requests you join him in the Grand Dining room for breakfast."

Anberenien was taken aback by her forwardness. "Oh, I was hoping to breakfast in my Solar this morning."

"King's request is the King's command. Your presence is requested immediately," replied Elweth before swiftly leaving the bedroom. Still tired from the previous night, Anberenien dressed and Elweth escorted her to The Grand Dining room. It was a large room with a high ceiling and Long panelled Windows that let in reams of sunlight. The Black and White marble dominated the room. But many of the walls were covered in colourful frescos depicting Gondor's past. King Elessar was waiting at the head of a long, veneered black table. It was laden with delicious pastries from the royal bakery, other local delicacies, and fruit.

Elessar came forth as Anberenien approached, embraced her, and pulled out the seat to his right. In the morning light, she noticed he had even more grey hairs than before, but his face seemed less careworn. "The others will arrive shortly."

"Others?" asked Anberenien.

"Yes, I wanted my last breakfast as an unwed King to be with my closest friends and Kin."

Gandalf swept into the hall.

"Gandalf, you are early. Oh yes, a wizard is never early or late," said Elessar.

"Exactly," replied Gandalf, taking the seat at Elessar's left.

Legolas was next to arrive and seated himself next to Anberenien. "Mae Govannen, I would have thought the hobbits would have beaten me to breakfast."

"Oh, I sent word that breakfast was in half an hour, so they should arrive any time now," replied Elessar.

Sure enough, the four hobbits came bounding into the dining hall. "Hope we are not late for the first sitting," said Pippin.

"Of course not, Pippin, come sit," replied Elessar. Frodo and Sam sat with Gandalf, whilst Merry and Pippin sat on Legolas's side, leaving the chair next to him empty.

Shortly after, Gimli strolled into the hall and took the empty chair next to Legolas.

"Good Morning Gimli, I hope you slept well. Now that we are all here, I would like to introduce Anberenien to you all properly, to those not yet acquainted anyway," said Elessar. He then introduced Gimli, whom Anberenien had not spoken to at the feast.

"Gimli, son of Glóin? I met your father recently," said Anberenien.

"My father, you say?" replied Gimli.

"Yes, he passed by the Woodland Realm with news from Rivendell."

"I shall send word to him. Tell him I have met you, my Lady Princess. He is assisting in the rebuilding after the war. So the Dwarves staying in the Old Inn tell me."

"My ladies tell me there was much damage to both Erebor and Dale and that both Kings were lost. You have my condolences, Gimli."

"Thank you, my Lady Princess, and my condolences also for Prince Calenamath. He will be much missed."

Anberenien thanked him, and Legolas nodded with approval. The conversation then turned to more light hearted subjects. Pippin asked Anberenien about her not eating meat. She explained that meat had made her sick from when she was very small and so she reframed from it. "What, not even sausages, bacon, or roast beef?"

Anberenien giggled and shook her head. "Not even sausages."

Merry asked if she was going to become Legolas's stepmother. Legolas gave Merry an odd look. But Anberenien explained they would become beloved Kinsman. He then asked when Anberenien was likely to wed. "I am not of age to be Wed till August and weddings can take a long time to organise, but I hope it will not be too long," replied Anberenien. She looked at Elessar, who smiled awkwardly, then called for more fruit.

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Anberenien and Thurindaer stood by the window together, watching the preparations for the wedding taking place below. "My Lady Princess, Elweth approaches," Faelnith whispered behind them.

Quickly, Anberenien moved away from the window and settled herself in one of the couches as Elweth walked purposely into the solar. "Princess Anberenien, you have a visitor, Prince Legolas."

"Thank you, Elweth, please show him in."

Elweth ushered Legolas into the sitting room with an air of uneasiness, then left as he and Anberenien exchanged greetings. Legolas frowned when he saw Thurindaer was present. "Send him away. I would speak with you in private."

Before Anberenien could reply, Thurindaer turned towards Legolas and bowed low. "My Lord Prince," he whispered, then entered the box room.

Legolas's eyes followed Thurindaer and did not return to Anberenien until the box room door was safely closed. "Since when did Ada take such a strange Elf into his service?"

"A lot has changed since you went away, Legolas."

"So I see." Legolas then turned his gaze back to Anberenien. "Apologies, we have not spoken properly since you arrived. My father? Is he well? How bad did things get?" Then he told Anberenien all that had happened on the quest for the ring.

"So you made friends with Gimli? I wonder what your father will say?"

"Gimli is my best friend and like a brother to me, Thorwen. We have shared so much on our travels. But please, tell me news of home. I am anxious to know what happened." Anberenien told him of the battle of the trees and what took place there. "They are now busy with rebuilding and restoring. Your father is perfectly fine but misses you terribly. He cannot wait for you to return home."

"Oh, I long to see him, too. Being imprisoned at Dol Guldur must have been awful for you, and then for my uncle to be slain like that. Those vile creatures got what they deserved!" He then explained how he had been called to bear witness."The priests refused to recognise the court and justified their cruel deeds. They continued to spout their vile beliefs, claiming Morgoth and Sauron would one day return. It was fortunate King Elessar held the proceedings in private. Few could have stomached both evidence and testimony. Even Borion, the Captain of the Knights, wept as he gave his testimony. His account visibly moved King Elessar. Such was the seriousness of their crimes, King Elessar could not give them a merciful end. They were hanged by the neck at the city walls. Mithrandir and I attended the execution. It was not quick."

Anberenien glanced at her arms. "Yes, but it cannot undo what was done."

Legolas nodded in agreement and squeezed her hand. "So the forest is now called Eryn Lasgalen."

"Yes, your father controls the north as far as the mountains and Grandfather the south below the narrows as East Lorien. The middle is for the Beornings."

"So many changes to get used to. Still, I must take my leave of you now. We have a wedding to prepare for."

Legolas then took his leave of her. After he left, Thurindaer emerged from the box room, his hood down. "Best friends, with a dwarf, eh?"

"He is suspicious, Melleth nin."

Thurindaer laughed. "Not suspicious enough, and so our little game continues. Still, it was good to see him. He has certainly grown in stature; the expedition has done him good."

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Anberenien kept her composure as she held Arwen's train as the wedding procession made its way to the steps of the white tower, where King Elessar and Gandalf awaited them. All eyes were upon them as the ceremony unfolded in the bright sunshine. The bride and groom made their vows, then a page presented the rings of wedlock. Once all the formalities were concluded, a great cheer went up as Gandalf declared the couple High King and Queen of the Reunited Realm.

The sun had long since set as Anberenien slipped out of Merethrond. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the Feasting Hall. She made her way towards the courtyard of the fountain. Behind her, music, dancing, and merriment wafted through the warm night air. The fountain looked like a tree with spouts for branches as it bubbled away happily. Then she noticed the newly planted sapling of a white tree growing nearby, its leaves glowing in the darkness. Anberenien sat by the fountain, closed her eyes, and wished herself far away.

"Wandering off again, Almárie?" said a voice.

Anberenien opened her eyes to see Gandalf standing before her. "Olorin, you startled me."

"Did I now? I said we needed to talk. Now seems as good a time as any." He then sat beside her by the fountain.

Anberenien eyed him curiously. "You seem more like yourself now."

Gandalf chuckled slightly. "I still resemble a man of long years, but yes, I am a little less burdened."

"You are certainly an improvement on Curumo in those robes."

"I should think so. How were the falls of Nimrodel?"

"Cold," replied Anberenien, shuddering at the thought.

A smirk crept across Gandalf's wrinkled face. "At least it was spring for you."

"What happened? Did you go straight to my Lord? Was it he who sent you back?"

Gandalf shook his head. "No, Almárie, I am not in the service of Námo, and as to what happened? All I can say is I was home, then I was back on the mountain."

"What will you do now the war is over?"

"Oh, I have a few formalities to oversee. Then I shall take some rest, I think, before my next long journey. But that is not why I wished to speak to you." Gandalf sat beside her and gently drew up one of her sleeves. Tears welled up in his eyes as he beheld the scars along her arms. "Oh, Almárie, the brutality you have endured."

"I did not give in to them, I would not give them the satisfaction."

"You have always had a somewhat stubborn nature, Almárie. Perhaps that is why Námo chose you to serve him."

"My Lord chooses those who suit his purposes, whether or not they are willing."

"Námo chooses those whose fates best suit the will of Iluvatar," Gandalf reminded her.

"But Olorin, I have done nothing other than get myself into trouble since I came to Middle Earth."

"I would not be so hard on yourself Almárie, your presence distracted both Sauron and Saruman from fully pursuing the ring. That bought myself and the fellowship more time to complete our mission. Had Sauron not been pursuing you, double the amount of Orcs would have attacked Lothlórien. And the Galadhrim may not have been able to repel them as many times as they did, let alone attack Dol Guldur."

"What of Curumo? He left me at the mercy of Nuta. Will I not have justice for his crimes?"

"His staff is broken. He has no colour and no rank. Now, he is only Saruman."

Anberenien looked at him in surprise. "I did not think that such a thing was possible."

"Everything is possible if Iluvatar wills it, and Námo does not take kindly to those who would harm his servants."

"The Priests of Morgoth, Legolas, said you saw them executed."

"Yes, I was there for the trial. Afterwards, I tried to give the prisoners counsel. Help them repent so that their judgement could be more merciful. But they were steadfast, arrogant even. I was impressed by King Elessar's composure and restraint, as the High Priestess bragged over what she had done to you. Legolas was called as a witness. He found the trial difficult but had the good sense to leave his bow outside the court, else he would have been tempted to use it. At the execution, Nuta tried to preach to the crowd and had to be gagged. They asked to be burnt. To die in flames, as sacrifices to Morgoth, but were hanged for the criminals they were. King Elessar ordered their bodies to be hung on gibbets at the side of the road to Mordor for the birds to feast upon. They hang there still."

"Elessar has never spoken of the trial. I thought it was because his concerns were about his wedding."

"That is correct to a point, but it has weighed heavily upon him. I fear he finds it hard to think about the suffering of his kinfolk and what you endured."

"But he was facing his great doom."

"And you were not? The thought of what was asked of you must have gone through your mind at Dol Guldur, even when under the influence of Poppy syrup."

Anberenien was thoughtful for a moment. "Yes, it was the only thing I could keep firm in my mind."

"But the Hobbits fulfilled their purpose, and your sacrifice was not needed. Even Gollum came through in the end."

Anberenien recoiled in surprise. "Gollum, that little traitor who led me to my captors, how did he help things?"

"Countless lives were saved on account of one little trip."

"He went into the fires with the ring?"

"Not intentionally but, he is at peace now."

"I hardly think he will get much peace with my Lord."

"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps Námo will teach him some useful pursuit, like Chess. I think he would be quite good at that," said Gandalf, and they both laughed. "But now, my dear cousin, the battle is won, the King restored, and the Queen installed. It is time to turn our attention to other matters. Therefore, it has fallen to me to inform you that Lord Námo releases you from his service."

Anberenien was puzzled. "But whom will I serve now?"

"No one. You are to be Wed, and bound to your husband for all eternity."

"But what will happen when I return to Valinor? What of Lasseth? What will become of her after the curse is lifted?"

"Alas, I cannot answer these questions. Upon your wedding, the Wood Elves become your people and one day you will bring them home. That is all I am permitted to tell you on those matters."

Anberenien looked up at the stars. Her eye was drawn to the brightest. "But there will be a price........ won't there."

"Yes, Almárie, the grief of Elrond and Melian shall be yours thrice over. But grief is the price we pay for love."

"Why must my children pay the price? They will carry the blood of Elves, man and Maia."

"So does Elessar, but even he will be subject to the gift of men. Mortally is a gift, Almárie! Why not seek counsel with that bodyguard of yours? I hear he is very wise."

Anberenien's eyes grow wide and she looked about her for fear of being overheard. "You know who Thurindaer is...... don't you?" she whispered.

Gandalf winked back at her. "Of course, it is of much amusement among the Elves."

"But Legolas still hasn't guessed."

Gandalf smiled. "There are none so easily fooled than those closest to us."

"Do you think anyone has a choice in who they love?"

"I think the choice is not who we love, but how we act upon the love we feel."

"You speak of Calenamath."

"Yes."

Tears fell from Anberenien's eyes, and Gandalf placed his arm around her. "It is not wrong to weep for him. Your grief for Calenamath does not betray your love for Thranduil. There are many kinds of love and the love you have for Thranduil is different to that of Calenamath, yet his love for you was different. His heart was not consumed by jealousy and malice like so many others in his situation. Calenamath put you and Thranduil's happiness above his own desires. That is the purest kind of love. If anyone deserves tears to be shed upon, it is him. Námo will not let his deeds go unnoticed."

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A servant showed Elweth into the King's study as Elessar was signing decrees. He looked up as she entered. "Elweth, thank you for coming to see me."

"Yes, your Grace, how may I be of service?"

"Princess Anberenien has been with us a couple of weeks now. I was wondering how she is settling into her new life in Minas Tirith?"

Elweth rolled her eyes slightly. "Your Grace put me in charge of the Princess's household. Yet I feel I am constantly undermined by her Elven servants. They are secretive and uncooperative. Today she has gone into the city wearing 'riding clothes' with hose. A Princess of Gondor should not dress in male attire. My Gondorian servants feel uncomfortable in her presence. She speaks and moves like an Elf. And her accent is so thick, it is difficult to understand her. I had hoped that Lady Lothiriel would have been a beneficial influence, but alas, I see no improvement. Then there is that bodyguard of hers. He is always skulking by the window, never showing his face. I can't put my finger on it, but the is something strange about him, even for an Elf."

Elessar smiled. "The princess has lived in the Woodland Realm for many years. It is no surprise that she would be more Elf like in her manner and clothing."

"But she lives in Gondor now and should become accustomed to what Gondorians wear. She is a Princess of the Realm and Maid of Honour to the Queen. There are certain standards to be upheld."

Elessar put down his quill and gave Elweth a firm smile. "As long as the Princess dresses appropriately when in the service of the Queen. I am not concerned with what she wears in her own time."

"Even so, Your Grace, I am still uncomfortable with that bodyguard in the apartment. A strange male in the Apartment of a young maiden is inappropriate enough, but for a royal princess. I have tried to approach the subject with her, but she will pay no heed. He always makes me feel I am intruding when I enter the Princess's Apartment. Might it be better to replace the princess's servants with Gondorian ladies? They could help the Princess adapt to her new life."

"You are right about the bodyguard. I see no reason for it other than to placate King Thranduil. I will send word to him, requesting he recall this Thurindaer and I will speak with the Princess after King Theoden's Funeral about the other matters. Now, will there be anything else, Elweth?"

Elweth smiled with satisfaction. "No, your Grace."

"Where are you going at this hour, Princess?" asked the guard.

"I am going to visit my father in the guest house," replied Anberenien.

"It seems a little late for visiting, and did you not visit last night?"

Anberenien glared at him. "What business is it of yours how I spend my time? You are here to guard my apartment, not to prevent me from leaving it. I have Thurindaer with me. I will be perfectly safe!"

Both guards on the door appeared to be stifling some amusement. "Of course, princess, have a pleasant evening." The guards saluted her, but as she and Thurindaer walked away, she was sure they were sniggering behind them. Then one of them whistled a tune but stopped when Anberenien turned her head back towards them.

"I cannot take much more of this place," whispered Anberenien as they descended the marble staircase.

"We must endure," replied Thurindaer. They walked silently through the entrance hall and into the main courtyard. Both of them pulled their hoods further over their faces as they crossed the lamplit square. First, they made their way toward the guesthouses. But as soon as they were out of sight of the palace guards, they made an abrupt turn. Keeping to the shadows, they made their way down the steps to the fifth tier, passing the royal stables without notice before reaching their destination. There were fewer lamps in the gardens of the houses of healing, giving them more cover until they reached the darkened corner of the garden.

Here they could unleash their passions for a short while. As his lips found hers, she longed to pull down his hood and run her fingers down his hair but restrained herself for fear they would be discovered. "Do we have to endure this?" she breathed.

"Yes, but at least we can remain together this way."

"I have decided not to return to Minas Tirith when we reach Edoras for the funeral. I will be of age by then. Arwen intends to remain there when Elessar goes to Isengard. It will be easier for us to slip away there and go home. We will no longer be in Gondor. It will be the perfect opportunity to leave."

"Whether or not you are of age, it is still a risk Thorwen, Rohan is allied to Gondor. We would be quickly apprehended and brought back to King Elessar. What will become of us then? No, it is wiser to wait until Elessar names the date of our wedding."

Anberenien felt desperate. What if Thranduil was changing his mind? What if he disappeared one day and returned to the woodland realm, leaving her stranded in this dreadful city? They hated her here; she was sure of it. Elweth had arranged for more Gondorian servants to attend the apartment. This meant that she and Thurindaer could no longer have moments alone together, so they had resorted to coming to the gardens at night."What if he never does? He will not even discuss it with me."

"Of course, he will not discuss it with you, but when I arrive, he will have to name a day. I also have plans for Edoras. By the time we arrive, my encampment will be en route to Rohan. Thurindaer shall slip away unnoticed, then King Thranduil shall arrive at Edoras in all his Glory to claim his bride of course. Trust me, Thorwen, it will not be long now."

Anberenien breathed a sigh of relief. "I trust you, but Elessar....." Thurindaer put a finger to her lips.

"King Elessar is a wise and noble king. I have known him long before you were born into his world. He will honour our agreement. But a King's crown is also his burden, for his actions may have consequences for his people." They held each other in the darkness till they could delay no longer. Before retracing their steps back to the King's house.

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A few days later, Anberenien was returning from a shopping trip with Merenthel, Faelnith and Thurindaer when the guards informed her an Elf was waiting for her in her Solar. Inside, she found Legolas standing, arms folded by the window. His face showed no emotion, but his eyes looked furious. His demeanour troubled Anberenien.

Elweth came out of Anberenien's bedroom, a strange smirk on her face. "Prince Legolas is here to see you. Princess!"

Legolas asked Elweth if he could speak with Anberenien in Private. "Of course Prince Legolas," she replied, before dismissing the Gondorian servants and following them out of the Apartment. And smirking at Anberenien as she passed her.

Legolas remained silent until she left, then asked Faelnith and Merenthel to leave the solar. Thurindaer went to go into the box room. "Not you!" commanded Legolas. Thurindaer resumed his position next to Anberenien, standing in front of her slightly. His body stiffened like a cat poised to strike.

"What is the meaning of this, Legolas?" demanded Anberenien.

Legolas's reply was quiet but firm. "Alas, I must ask you some questions.... of a delicate nature. And I will know if you speak true. Conceal nothing from me, else I cannot help you. Perhaps you should sit down."

Anberenien remained stationary. "I do not understand, Legolas. Why are speaking to me in such a manner?"

Legolas took a step toward her, his eyes boring into hers. "I must ask you...... Thorwen........ What were you doing outside the houses of healing the other night?"

Anberenien gasped in surprise. "Taking a stroll, what business is it of yours?"

"Perhaps I should rephrase the question. What were you doing with him, by the houses of healing?" He shot a glare at Thurindaer, who remained perfectly still.

"Thurindaer goes everywhere with me. He is my bodyguard!"

Legolas took another step towards her and their eyes locked as if in combat. "I saw you, Thorwen, both of you, going into the shadows............ together. What will my father think when he hears this? Tell me the truth, have you broken your oath to him? Has your honour been compromised? Perhaps your time in Dol Guldur has taken a greater toll on your senses. Now tell me what is going on!"

Anberenien's face grew pale. "Alas...... I cannot."

"What do you mean you cannot? What have you done, Thorwen?"

Thurindaer quickly moved between them and removed his hood. "She means it is not for her to explain."

Legolas staggered back, his mouth dropped open. There was silence for a moment. "Ada? Ada, what are you.....? Oh, Ada, it is really you!" The two of them embraced. "You were Thurindaer all along?"

"Of course I was. Who else would I trust? Celeborn said I could not enter his realm as the Woodland King and if I wanted to honour my oath, I would have to do so by other means. So I became Thurindaer. I am most disappointed in you, fancy not recognising your own father!" Then he burst out laughing.

"Who else knew about this?"

"Celeborn, Galadriel, Elrond, Celephinniel and her daughters. Others guessed my true identity but said nothing. I would have thought my son would be the first to recognize me."

"I had my suspicions, but I could not imagine you being so reckless, Ada."

"Sometimes it is fun to take a risk, but we could have been more discreet."

"You must be more careful now. There have been whispers amongst the Gondorians, fueled by drunken dwarves mostly, but whispers nonetheless. About Thorwen's familiarity with her bodyguard. I have tried to keep these comments from you, Thorwen, but even I grew concerned that Elessar would hear. Then I saw you together near the houses of healing."

"Your scouting prowess has improved somewhat, even I did not detect your presence."

Legolas gave him an awkward smile. "You were otherwise engaged, Ada."

"And so you marched up here and accused Thorwen of being disloyal."

"Thorwen, my humble apologies. I should not have spoken to you the way I did," said Legolas.

"You should not have doubted Thorwen. She is soon to be my wife and your queen. But you are right, Legolas, if Thorwen's honour is being called into question, then it is time for the Elven King to recall Thurindaer."

Anberenien held onto his arm as she pleaded with him. "Melleth nin, you would leave me alone here? You promised not to willingly leave my side!"

Thranduil kissed her. "I depart you most unwillingly, Thorwen, but I will not have your honour called into question." He turned to Legolas. "Will you help me leave the city?"

"Of course, Ada."

Anberenien looked on as Thranduil and Legolas made plans to get him safely out of the city. She could now see how similar they were. Unable to contain her amusement any longer, she burst out in giggles.

Thranduil looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Why are you laughing, Melleth nin? Oh, not that again."

"You two, you look like twins," as she tried to stifle her laughter.

"Nonsense, I am far more comely than he is," said Thranduil.

"Speak for yourself father, I'll have you know I was very popular among the maidens of Lothlorien," said Legolas."

Thranduil laughed. "And betrothed to none of them, I see."

Legolas blushed slightly. "Not yet, father. But I have met a rather exceptional Elven Maiden there."

"Would this be Óliel by any chance?"

Legolas's face went as red as a beetroot. "But how did you?"

Anberenien smiled. "Óliel was one of the maidens who took care of me when I was recovering from my time in Dol Guldur. She mentioned you a few times in passing, and I could see from the way she spoke that there was an understanding between you. Yes, she is certainly an exceptional Elf. Is that where you have been of late?"

"We have spent some days together, but I have also spent much time with my friends, especially Gimli."

"The Dwarf, yes, I've heard all about your 'Fellowship'," said Thranduil.

"Father, I can explain," said Legolas awkwardly.

Thranduil patted him on the back. "No need, a reconciliation with the Dwarves has been long overdue."

The door to the Solar clicked as though about to be opened. Thranduil quickly put on his hood and the three of them turned towards the door.

Elweth marched into the room as if expecting to walk in on something. She looked about her, a little disappointed, as she surveyed the room.

"Princess, I thought I heard raised voices, is all well?"

"I did not hear any raised voices, Elweth, did you, Legolas?"

Legolas smirked. "No, I heard nothing. Perhaps you imagined it." Thurindaer shook his head silently.

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Anberenien buried her head in a book she had borrowed from the Grand Library as she sat on the window seat of the Royal Solar. The book was about and Queen of Old known as Berúthiel and her mysterious cats. Every so often she would glance with one eye at Elessar as he held an audience with Thurindaer and Legolas. "I received word from King Thranduil that he is en route to Edoras and has recalled you to meet him there."

"That is correct, your Grace," replied Thurindaer in low voice.

"I see, well I thank you for your diligence regarding Princess Anberenien's protection," said Elessar. Thurindaer bowed and went to take his leave, but Elessar stopped him. "I have not dismissed you yet." Thurindaer turned and stood expectantly. "It is not I who should dismiss you, but my Royal Sister. Come here Dear Sister, It is not for me to dismiss your servants."

Nervously, Anberenien rose and stood beside Elessar. He looked at her expectantly, his nod indicating for her to speak. Anberenien turned to Thurindaer, taking a deep breath before she spoke. "I thank you for your service, Thurindaer, and ask that you send my love to the King. May your journey be a safe one."

"My Lady Princess," replied Thurindaer. He bowed and again went to take his leave.

A smirk formed on Elessar's face. "Oh no, that will not do, Anberenien. If you are soon to be Thranduil's queen, you must give commands as a queen. And Thurindaer, in my realm, it is customary to remove one's hood before a lady, especially to the Princess and Royal Sister of the King. And you should lower yourself to one knee and kiss her hand." There were sniggers coming from the other maidens. Arwen glared at them, and the sniggering ceased.

"Forgive me am not used to the customs of men," said Thurindaer. He slowly removed his hood and got down on one knee. His eyes fixed upon Anberenien as he kissed her hand. Queen Arwen pretended to look on uninterested, but her eyes gave away her amusement.

"Thurindaer, you are dismissed," commanded Anberenien, her face hot with embarrassment.

Thurindaer stood, and Elessar tossed a coin to Legolas, which he caught nimbly. "Thurindaer, enjoy the delights of our city as you leave. Show this token in any establishment in the city and they will bill the King. A reward for taking good care of my Royal Sister."

"Can we bring Gimli with us?" asked Legolas. Thurindaer raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, and anyone else you'd care to invite, the more the merrier," said Elessar. Thurindaer glared at Legolas as they left the Solar. "We are taking a dwarf with us to the Alehouses?" he whispered.

"We are taking a friend with us to the Alehouses, and you said it was time to reconcile with the Dwarves. You are luckily King Elessar found the entire business amusing. Thurindaer indeed, how did I not realise it was you? Only you would be arrogant enough to give yourself the epessë Hidden Bridegroom," scolded Legolas.

Thranduil smirked. "And yet you, of all people, did not see through my guise?"

Suddenly King Elessar called out as they reached the entrance. "Oh, one more thing. Tell King Thranduil to meet with us on the outskirts of the Firien Wood, after sunset on the last day of July. It is a hallowed place for oaths and promises. Meet me there at the appointed time, and I will deliver my royal sister's hand to you in wedlock."

Thurindaer gulped. "As you wish, Your Grace.......... he will appreciate the gesture." He and Legolas bowed low and left the Hall. Anberenien shook with both shock and excitement. Not only had Elessar named the date of her wedding, it would not take place in Minas Tirith. Some maidens gasped and whispered excitedly, and Arwen smiled reassuringly at her.

King Elessar turned his eyes back on Anberenien. "I would speak with you in my study....... now."

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Elessar paced up and down in front of Anberenien as she sat on a chair in the King's study. "How could you, Anberenien? You are a princess of the Reunited Realm! What would your Lord father have said? Do you realise the seriousness of your actions? We are not frolicking about in the Woodland Realm here. This is Gondor! You have demonstrated a complete lack of responsibility to your position, family and me, your King. There is a fine line between what you have done and..... treachery!"

Anberenien looked at him, her eyes wide with fear as she stood protesting her innocence. "Nothing happened, Thranduil would never....!"

"SILENCE! sit down!" commanded Elessar. Anberenien sank back into the chair and took a deep breath as he continued his reprimand. "There is tavern talk, songs and unsavoury rumours, concerning you and your...... bodyguard. Your very honour has been called into question, Anberenien. If Thranduil had not been a King, I would have had him executed! Wars have been fought over for less!"

Anberenien was in shock. It had not occurred to her just how serious a risk they had been taking. "We meant no harm. And we........ did not join!"

Elessar's voice softened. "I know you didn't, or rather, Arwen knows. An Elf can tell just by looking at someone whether or not they have 'joined'. She and Galadriel have kept a watchful eye on you and given me wise counsel when I considered taking harsher action. As it is, you cannot be Wed in Minas Tirith after what you have done. But Galadriel has suggested Firien Wood on the Gondorian Border with Rohan. It is hallowed ground and a place of honour. So that is where you shall be Wed."

Anberenien wiped her tears. "Thranduil made an oath to remain at my side when I was rescued from the enclave. He was only trying to honour it. Do you know how hard it was for him to come south? But he came for me."

Elessar stopped pacing, pulled up a chair, and sat beside her. "I respect he honoured his oath above his pride and fear. Not an easy task for any King. Hence, I allowed him to slip out of the city without reprisal." He took her hand and patted it. "After all you have suffered, I had hoped that Minas Tirith would be a fresh start for you."

Anberenien smiled as she laid her free hand on his. "I know you did, but I do not belong in the realms of Men. You know what I am. In truth, our dooms are not the same. I must return to where I belong. Galadriel is right, Firien Wood is a hallowed place and I would sooner wed beneath a canopy of trees under starlight than the White Tower in the glare of the Sun."

Elessar stood and walked over to his desk. He picked up Andúril, partially unsheathing for a moment. "I wish I could have honoured my oath to your father. If I had heeded my mother's counsel and swore upon a whole sword, perhaps all the ills that befell you and your family would not have occurred."

"You cannot blame yourself for what happened."

"Nevertheless, I do bear some responsibility. Once you are wed, promise me you will take your responsibilities seriously in both Arnor and Eryn Lasgalen. It will be many years before I can return to the North. I must attend to matters in the south, secure the whole of Gondor, and put down our enemies. I need to be sure that I will leave Arnor in good hands till then." Anberenien smiled, took Andúril from him, and made her oath.

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It was dark by the time they reached the Old Inn, having enjoyed the delights of the Ale, Mead, and wine houses throughout the day as they made their way to the gates of the city.

"Well, this is the famous Old Guesthouse of Minas Tirith. I do not think we can pass without a beer or two. It would be almost rude," said Legolas.

"Is this where songs have been sung, making a mockery of my betrothed and I?" asked Thranduil.

"Aye, that it is, young Dwarves sadly, the Emissary's sons and their friends. They should never have been allowed to come, barely a beard between them. I swear if I hear any of them speak ill of the Princess, then my axe will put them in their place," said Gimli.

"We shall keep a low profile, but any sign of trouble, and we leave. Ada, promise me, you won't cause a scene. You do not want to antagonise King Elessar any further whilst Thorwen still resides in the city," warned Legolas.

"I shall start nothing, but if anyone else does. I will finish it," whispered Thranduil. Legolas rolled his eyes. The five of them raised their hoods and entered through the main door. Legolas scanned the great common room. Like most taverns, it was a loud mix of pipeweed and banter with a heavy layer of sawdust spread upon the unpolished wooden floor. The group of young Dwarves from Erebor were seated on the central benches, laughing and singing as they supped their beer. He spied an empty booth at the far end of the common room and gestured for the others to follow. Quickly, they sat down, unnoticed.

A buxom serving woman approached. Her brown hair was coiled up in a big, bouncy mass of curls that matched her friendly eyes. "And what can I get you, fine gentleman, this evening?"

Legolas showed the woman the token. "A round of beers to begin with, if you wouldn't mind."

The woman looked at the token with great scrutiny, then nodded and gave Legolas a broad smile. "Guests of the King eh, we've been expecting you. Best beer and vittles in the house for you then," she said and went away.

"What does she mean expected?" asked Orndir.

"I have no idea," replied Legolas.

"Then I suggest you find out," whispered Thranduil.

A short time later, more servants came with beer and bar food, so much it was difficult to fit it all upon the table. "Let us know what more you need," they sang as they returned to their duties.

"Well, this is an impressive spread," said Gimli as he tucked in.

"Perhaps this is part of some Gondorian tradition. I've heard tell that upon the eve of their weddings, Gondorian men also tour the Alehouses with a group of trusted male friends and kinsmen," said Legolas.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Thranduil.

Legolas gave him a cheeky grin."Well, Ada, you are about to Wed again, and here we are touring taverns."

"Well, it has been a pleasant day, especially catching up with you and learning of your exploits. But in all truthfulness, I am ready to take my rightful place amongst my people. Thurindaer has served his purpose."

"There is a backdoor to the guesthouse and the city stables are nearby. We have some of our horses lodged there," said Orndir.

"Very good. We will leave that way," replied Thranduil.

"Do you know many of those Dwarves over there?" Legolas asked Gimli.

"Oh Aye, very young, some of them, barely older than sixty. I am surprised they are off their mother's apron strings," he replied. Suddenly, a tankard went flying into the air, landing close to the booth. One of the young Dwarves came staggering over to pick it up.

"Don't mind us knife ears. Oh hello, Gimli, what are you doing here with a bunch of knife ears?" slurred the young Dwarf.

"You mind your manners, boy, I am drinking with my friends."

"OOOoooo Gimli Elf-friend, is it?" mocked the young Dwarf as he tried to stand straight.

"Better than Flig the whippersnapper who can't hold his beer. You should be home with your mother back in Erebor!"

"I am almost eighty. I'll have you know, old enough to be out on my own."

"Hey, Flig, leave those Elves alone and get back here," shouted his friends, and Flig staggered back over to them, much to the relief of all.

"Should have boxed his ears," muttered Gimli.

"I wouldn't worry Gimli, let's not let it spoil a good evening," replied Legolas. They continued to chat until the serving woman returned to clear the plates.

"ooo those Dwarves," she complained.

"Giving you trouble, are they?" said Legolas.

"Oh, I'll say, you should see the state of their rooms. Anyone would think they had never been away from home before. Thank goodness good King Elessar sent you to deal with them. He said you would be discrete," replied the serving woman.

Legolas looked at his father, then at the woman. "And how would you like us to deal with them?" he whispered.

The woman leaned in close. "They keep singing a rather bawdy song about the King's sister. It is banned and is putting off respectable folk from coming here. We are not a priority for the City Watch. But the Landlord had a chat with that nice wizard fellow during his beer delivery and got an audience with the King. The King said he would send a small company to deal with them and we would know them by his token."

Legolas smiled at her reassuringly. "And here we are."

"Oh, the Innkeep will be glad to hear that. If you could remove them via the backdoor, we would be very grateful," said the woman.

Gimli pulled out his axe and tested its sharpness. "Aye, we'll see to it, the first sign of any trouble."

The woman smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and resumed her duties.

Thranduil glared at Gimli. "Did you know anything about this?"

Gimli shook his head.

"It is no good looking at him, Father. Did you really think King Elessar would just let you simply walk out of Minas Tirith with no consequences after what you and Thorwen did? He is no fool. I mean, what would you have done?."

"A lot worse," replied Thranduil. "Perhaps it might be best, as we are dealing with Dwarves, that Gimli leads the company."

Gimli nodded. "Aye, let me at those scallywags."

"I think that is the most sensible idea you have had since you arrived in the city, father," whispered Legolas. Thranduil smirked back at him.

Some musicians started playing on a small stage near the bar. The plump serving woman joined them, singing in a melodic, jolly tone. After a couple of pleasant ditties, the Dwarves started calling for requests. "And what would you have me sing for you, lovely?"

"The Dúnadan Maiden, Pollie," shouted Flig.

"Here we go," whispered Legolas.

"Aye, when I give the nod," replied Gimli.

"Errrr, we can't sing that one. The Inn Keep has banned it," called Pollie.

"But it's our favourite and we're paying guests," called Flig. He went up onto the stage and began his drunken rendition of the bawdy song about the Dúnadan maiden and the lusty Elf King. The rest of his company soon joined in from the benches. Thranduil growled with anger from under his hood.

Gimli rose and marched up to the stage, grabbing Flig by the ear. "That's enough, lad, it's way past your bedtime." He pulled Flig towards the stairs.

"Who are you to call me lad, Gimli Elf-friend? Unhand me, I'll tell my father of this!" wailed Flig.

"And I'll have a few things to say to him too when I next see him. You ought not to be singing songs about princesses of the realm, especially when you are guests," Gimli scolded.

"It's just a bit of fun. We mean no harm," replied Flig.

"Oi, what are you doing with our friend, Gimli? Leave him alone!" yelled the other Dwarves. They got up from the benches, making a beeline for Gimli. Gimli signalled to the Elves, and a scuffle ensued as the Dwarves resisted apprehension. The Innkeep, bar staff and musicians ran behind the bar. Crouching there for safety as food and drink went flying around the common room.

"We were supposed to be handling this discreetly," called Thranduil.

"Try telling that to the Dwarves," replied Legolas.

Eventually, with the help of a few patrons, the Dwarves were apprehended.

"What would you have us do with them, Innkeep?" asked Gimli.

The Innkeep slowly stood from behind the bar. "I've sent someone for the watch. They will pick them up. Best leave them in the rain troughs outside. That will cool their tempers. I, for one, will be glad to be shot of them."

"We apologise for the damage," said Legolas.

The Innkeep winked. "I don't see any damage, friends of the King."

They dragged the troublesome Dwarves out of the back door, dumping them in the rain troughs outside as the city watch arrived.

"Are these the troublemakers?" asked the captain.

"Aye, I've got a good mind to cut off what beards they have got," said Gimli.

"With what are we charged?" demanded Flig.

"Insulting a member of the royal family and generally making a nuisance of yourselves in the Old Guesthouse, your new accommodation in the city cells may not be as comfortable as you are used to. But your Lord says he will come for you in the morning," said the captain.

As the City Watch led Dwarves away, Legolas and Gimli bid farewell to Thranduil. "Safe journey, Ada, I mean Thurindaer."

A grin appeared on Thranduil's face. "Next time you see me, I'll be wearing my crown." He then mounted the horse Orndir had brought to him. "Take care of Thorwen for me!" Then Thranduil, Orndir and his companion rode out of the city gatehouse and disappeared into the night.

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King Eomer's welcome feast was quieter than most, as the reason for his arrival was a sombre one. Anberenien had a place on the Dais next to Rohan's new King. "Eowyn sends her love, as does King Thranduil," he said.

Anberenien blushed. "You have seen him?"

"His camp is just outside Edoras and I received him in my hall before leaving for Minas Tirith. I understand from King Elessar that you come of age and are to be wed in the Elven manner on our journey back to Edoras."

"Err yes, but it will be respectful and away from your funerary rites."

Eomer smiled and winked. "Coming of age is a very important day in one's life as is one's wedding. Theoden King would not have wished it to go unmarked on his account."

"I never had the pleasure of meeting King Theoden."

"That is an honour you have both missed out upon." He then noticed Gimli the Dwarf and stood up from the table. "You must excuse me, Princess, I have a debt of honour to pay." She could not hear what they discussed as she was too far away, but it seemed they were sharing some joke between them.

Then, as Anberenien descended from the Dias, Lothíriel approached her, looking a little flushed. "You are most fortunate to be sitting with King Eomer. My father spoke most highly of him. They fought together in the War of the Ring. But he did not tell me how handsome he was." she whispered.

Anberenien smiled. "Would you like me to introduce you?"

"Oh, I couldn't, he's a king. My father should make such an introduction."

"I am already acquainted with King Eomer. If you are beside me when I next speak with him, it will not be improper for me to introduce you." She linked arms with Lothíriel, and they made their way across the feasting hall to Legolas, Gimli, and Eomer.

Gimli gave her a broad smile and jabbed his elbow in Legolas' thigh. "Ah, it's your stepmother to be." he joked. Legolas rolled his eyes at first, then laughed. "My apologies, Princess, just a bit of Dwarvish humour." And he bowed slightly to her.

Anberenien laughed. "No offence taken, Gimli, never let it be said I am not without a sense of humour."

"You will need that when you are wed to my father," replied Legolas.

"Whatever do you mean? Your father has a wonderful sense of humour," said Anberenien. And they all burst out laughing.

Eomer cast an eye at Lothíriel. "You have not introduced your friend to us yet, Princess Anberenien."

"My apologies, King Eomer. May I introduce Lady Lothíriel, daughter of Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth?" said Anberenien.

Lothíriel smiled as her cheeks went as red as two blooming roses. "Pleased to meet you, King Eomer."

"I thought you looked familiar. I fought alongside your father and your brothers during the war. Brave warriors and excellent horsemen, all of them. He mentioned he had a daughter but forgot to mention how fair you are," said Eomer. Lothíriel's cheeks went even redder and she was unable to reply.

"The Queen has asked Lady Lothíriel to serve as her maid of honour," said Anberenien.

"That is a great honour. I will be visiting the court often so we are sure to come across each other. Are you as good a horsewoman as your kin?" asked Eomer.

"As good a horsewoman? My brothers are not a patch on me, and I breed my own livestock," replied Lothíriel.

Eomer's eyes sparkled. "Really? You must tell me more, Lothíriel, I am in Minas Tirith for a few days before we leave for Edoras. Do you think your father would let you show me around the city?"

Lothíriel beamed. "Perhaps, if the Princess comes too."  

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Anberenien mounted Calithiliel and surveyed the exposed stone of the city's walls and buildings. She was dressed in a gown of mourning, the small crown of Arnor upon her head. "I shall not miss this place," she muttered as Calithiliel trotted towards the procession. There she met King Elessar and Queen Arwen. They nodded at her but did not smile. She took her place beside Lord Elrond, he smiled reassuringly. Then a horn sounded as the silent procession made its way through the city. The crowds were reverent. Some watched with silence, heads bowed, whilst others threw flowers on the casket as it passed by upon its golden bier.

But as they exited the city gates, Calithiliel became skittish. Anberenien tried to calm her, but she pulled away from the line. "Calithiliel, this is a funerary procession. You must behave," she whispered.

Elrond frowned. "what is wrong with her, Anberenien?"

"She wants to go to that mound."

Holdred came riding up to them. "Princess Anberenien, King Eomer noticed you were having trouble with your horse. Is all well?"

Anberenien pointed to the mound of earth. "Calithiliel wants to go over to over there."

"Ah, that is not just any mound of earth, it is the burial mound of her sire. I will speak with the King." He rode back to King Eomer, who called for the procession to halt. Holdred returned to Anberenien. "Come, my Lady Princess." Gandalf joined them with Shadowfax, and they slowly rode over to the mound. King Eomer joined them on his horse, Firefoot. He was a large grey horse with a platted mane. "We should dismount now. Let the horses pay their respects." They all dismounted while Firefoot trotted over to Calithiliel and they nuzzled each other.

"They seem well acquainted," remarked Gandalf.

"We lodged her next to him in the royal stables at Edoras. She is a princess after all," said Holdred. Shadowfax, Firefoot and Holdreth's horse lowered their heads in reverence as Calithiliel neighed and whinnied, as one wailing in grief. She kicked and stomped the ground with her hooves. Holdred explained that even though Calithiliel had been away from her home a long time, the connection to her kin was still very strong.

When Calithiliel had finished, she joined her fellow horses and lowered her head in reverence. Calithiliel and Firefoot nuzzled each other again, then trotted to their riders. When Anberenien remounted Calithiliel, she noticed that all the horses in the Procession were now facing the mound, their heads bowed in salute. The four of them resumed their places in the procession, and King Eomer gave the command to continue.

The journey to Edoras continued at a slow and steady pace, but rather than the songs and music that had accompanied their journey to Minas Tirith, the beat of a lone drummer led their way. At night when they camped, no music played, and the people gathered around campfires chatting quietly while they ate, drank, and smoked. A few days into the journey, they came to another forest Anberenien had passed on her way to Minas Tirith. It was even more mysterious than Fangorn had been, and they had heard drums beating from its depths. However, as they passed this time, the sound of drumming was loud and clear, yet none could see who made the sounds.

King Elessar halted the company, and his Heralds sounded their horns. They then declared that King Elessar had granted the forest to the Drúedain as their own lands and that no man may enter without their leave. To which the drums made a loud reply, then were heard no more.

"Who are the Drúedain?" asked Anberenien 

Elrond laughed. "You mean you have not read about them?"

"I recall little written about them in your books, Ada," replied Anberenien.

"There is nothing much, just notes and passages. They call themselves Woses and are a very ancient but secretive people."

Towards the end of the second day, after they had left the Drúedain forest, another came into view. "Firien Wood, is it the last day of July already?" asked Anberenien.

Elrond smiled at her reassuringly. "That is tomorrow."

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The sun was rising over the encampment as Sam woke in his tent. Merry and Pippin still slumbered, but Frodo's camp bed was empty. Sam got up, washed and dressed, then went outside, hoping to find Frodo having his usual morning smoke. The early morning mists caused a haze over the camp, but Frodo was still nowhere to be seen. Anxiously, Sam looked about him, then to his relief, he saw Frodo walking with Gandalf from the direction of the nearby wood. On seeing them, Sam happily arranged the camping table and chairs for breakfast. He then filled the kettle with water, setting it on the stand above the campfire, lighting it just as the two of them arrived.

"Good Morning Sam, Gandalf invited me for a morning stroll. You and the others were sleeping so soundly I did not wish to wake you," said Frodo.

"Did you go into the Woods, Mr Frodo?" asked Sam.

"We did, Sam. It is a sacred place. High King Elendil was once buried upon the peak of the hill there."

Frodo and Gandalf sat at the table while Sam prepared breakfast. "Will Princess Anberenien be wed there?"

"The Wedding is to take place tonight in the wood, we have found a suitable place by the stream," said Gandalf.

"Is it true no mortal may attend?" asked Sam.

"Well, King Elessar will be in attendance and the bride herself, but no other mortals will be permitted to attend. It will be a small intimate ceremony, but there will be a feast afterwards for those wishing to attend," said Gandalf.

"Tomorrow, the Wood Elves will host the second part of the festivities in their encampment. There will be feasting, gifts and a tournee will be held," said Frodo.

Sam continued with his task, the smell of his cooking wafting around their tent. When he had finished, he laid the food and tea on the table before taking a seat himself. Merry and Pippin exited the tent and joined them, and they all enjoyed breakfast together in the morning sun. As they dined, they watched as other campers went about their day. Legolas and Gimli arrived and joined their friends at the table.

"I thought you would join Lord Elrond," said Merry.

"We have paid our respects, but Gimli and I are off to the Wood Elf encampment on the other side of the Wood. I am overseeing the festivities and my father wants everything to be perfect," said Legolas.

"Have you spoken with your father about your own plans for the future?" asked Gandalf.

"I have, he was surprisingly understanding. Ada will have need of me for a while. I am to be his regent when he is in Arnor with Thorwen."

"Who is Thorwen?" asked Merry.

"Our name for Princess Anberenien. My father gave it to her when she first came to our realm," said Legolas.

"That means Eagle Maiden," said Sam.

"That is correct Sam, although she will be taking the name Alethris after she is Wed," replied Legolas.

"Why will she change her name?" asked Pippin.

"To wed is to start a new life. Many Elves take a new name at this time and the Princess has chosen the name Aleth or 'Blessed female' and my father suggested adding ris as she will be his Queen."

Gandalf nodded his head in approval. "A most appropriate name."

"But the Princess is not an Elf, she is mortal," said Merry. 

Legolas went silent and Sam noticed his eyes met with Gandalf's for a moment. Then he smiled and turned back to Merry. "Lord Elrond tells me you are all preparing a wedding gift today." 

"Why yes, we are baking a cake, like the ones back home. It will not be as big. It was very hard to get all the ingredients and tools, but the Elves say we can use their clay ovens," said Pippin.

After breakfast, the hobbits bid their friends farewell and began baking. It took most of the day to complete and when at last the cake was finished; they stood back to admire it. Six tiers of fruitcake they had managed in the end, which they had joined with sticks and covered in a white sugar paste. "It looks just like Minas Tirith," said Pippin.

"Yes, it does," agreed Frodo. And the four of them carefully carried it into the tent before washing and dressing for the Wedding Feast. As Sam exited the tent, he noticed the Elves had driven torches into the ground, making a pathway up to the Woods. One by one, the stars took their places as the sky turned into a brilliant Sapphire. The other Hobbits joined Sam just in time to see Celeborn and Galadriel leading a group of Elves, including Glorfindel and Elrond's sons, along the torchlit path and into the wood. They all sang as they went, their ethereal voices floating into the sky.

"They are asking to Elbereth to bless the union," whispered Frodo.

"Where is Gandalf? He is going to miss it all," asked Sam.

Frodo smiled. "Don't worry, Sam, he will miss nothing."

Merry then pointed up towards the wood. "Look! There he is!"

Up at the entrance, they could see Gandalf shining like a welcoming beacon. He looked in their direction and waved.

"Is he going to the Wedding then?" asked Pippin.

"There cannot be a wedding without Gandalf," whispered Frodo.

"This is just how it was in Minas Tirith," said Merry excitedly.

"Just because it is taking place in the middle of nowhere doesn't make it any less of a Royal Wedding," said Pippin.

Then, three blasts of a horn caught the hobbits' attention. Turning back towards the wood, they could now see the red torches of the Wood Elves up at the entrance. There The Woodland King, resplendent in bright green robes, appeared, riding his Elk. Legolas rode beside him with Gimli. Gandalf helped Gimli down and he made his way down the hill to join the hobbits.

"How are the preparations progressing in the Wood Elf camp?" asked Frodo.

Gimli gave him a broad grin. "Everything is ready for tomorrow's festivities."

Then Elessar and Arwen walked up the torchlit pathway to meet Thranduil. The Woodland King dismounted and the two Kings met, shook hands and together then entered the wood. Gandalf gave a signal, then entered the wood with Arwen.

"Wizards get to have all the fun," said Sam.

"Do you want to see an Elven Wedding?" whispered Frodo.

"But we can't. We are mortals," Sam whispered back.

Frodo winked. "Follow me when I give the signal."