Preparation for the Day

(Notes: The fanfics I'm currently working on may be the last ones I write, for a while anyway. Preparing for college and finishing up high school has taken up a lot of my time. If I see that a lot people like my work (which most seem to) I may decide to write another one later on. By the way I'm going to major in either filmmaking or screenwriting; if I can't get into the filmmaking class I'll try screenwriting. If the next chapters seem hurried it's because of this and I am very sorry. I hope you enjoy anyways.

I don't know what weddings are like in Middle Earth, so I made it somewhat like it is today.)

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It is very early in the mourning and the sun is just peering over the horizon. The three companions are sleeping in the alley. A different section from where they were that night, since the stench of the dead bodies kept the awake.

Gimli is lying against a wall with his head slightly bent downward. He is snoring quite loudly and drool is slowly dribbling down his chin.

Aragorn is lying about a foot from Gimli to his left. He is lying on his back, using his cloak as a pillow.

Legolas is sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He rubs his forehead because of the migraine his hangover has given him. He decides it's about time for them to head back home so that they could get ready for the wedding that evening.

He first goes over to Aragorn and shakes him lightly. Aragorn mumbles something and swats Legolas's hand away. He shakes him harder and says, "Get up; you have to get ready for your wedding."

Aragorn groans, but slowly sits up and, with the help of Legolas, stands up. He opens his eyes and quickly squints from the bright sunlight. Though a little wobbly on his feet, Aragorn uses the wall to keep him from falling over.

Now Legolas moves over to where Gimli is sleeping. Instead of waking the Dwarf up, he picks him up, puts him over his shoulder, and carries him the whole way home. Legolas and Aragorn start heading in the direction of Rivendell, the whole time Legolas keeps an eye on the Human to make sure he didn't fall over.

Along the way Legolas takes Aragorn to a nearby stream. Legolas sets Gimli down and tells Aragorn to kneel down next to it.

"Why", Aragorn asks.

"Just do it", Legolas commands gently.

Aragorn does as the Elf instructs him to. Before he knows what's going on, the Elf shoves his head in the icy water. When his head is brought back up for air, Aragorn spit out some water and wipes the water from his eyes.

"What was that for", he asks Legolas angrily.

"Because you needed it. You are going to get married tonight and I need you focused."

Aragorn nods and asks Legolas a question, "why are you not affected by the ale like me or Gimli?"

"Because I am an Elf and Elves have a higher tolerance for ale than Humans and Dwarves."

Aragorn nods in understanding. They decide it's about time for them to continue to Rivendell, so Legolas picks up Gimli and they head off in the direction of home.

[Meanwhile back in Rivendell…]

Arwen is pacing back and forth in her father's study. Elrond is trying to read a book, but is constantly being distracted by his daughter's pacing. He finally shuts his book and looks up at his daughter.

"What is troubling you, my dear?"

"Where is Aragorn, he has not come back from the party. What if something happened to him?"

Elrond gets up from his seat to comfort his daughter. "Do not worry. He will come."

At that moment a young elf enters the room. "My Lord," he says, "Aragorn has returned."

"Thank you," Elrond tells the young elf sending him away.

He turns to his daughter and declares, "See. You just needed to give him time."

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[30 minutes before the wedding…]

All of the men cram into a tiny room. There is Gimli, Legolas, Faramir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and of course Aragorn. All of them are wear lavishly-decorated tunics and robes, but now were more beautiful than Aragorn's. A deep purple robe drapes over his body and flows like a river. He has taken a bath, trimmed his hair, and shaved and trimmed his beard. A crown glistens onto of his head.

Everyone tries to adjust Aragorn's clothes and Pippin continuously asks to see his crown. Aragorn tries to tell everyone that he's fine and his clothes are on the way he wants them, but everyone's talking drowns out his voice.

Before they know it a man pokes his head, "the ceremony is about to begin. Elrond has asked me to tell everyone to take their places."

Everyone goes to where the wedding will take place, outside near a fountain surrounded by a garden. Aragorn takes his place in front of the fountain. Faramir, the best man, stands next to him along with Gimli, Legolas, and Frodo. The others take a seat on some chairs near front. By now groups of Elves begin to fill the seats.

Once everyone has taken a seat, an Elvish choir begins to sing. Everyone looks in the direction that Arwen was to enter and sees her being led by her father. Everyone's breathe held in their throats at the sight of her beauty. She is wearing a pale white gown with a train that is a foot long. Tear-shaped crystals hang from the dress and sparkle in the moonlight. Two sections of her hair are braided and tied behind her head. A small crown also adorns her head.

When Arwen reaches Aragorn, he takes a seat by the remaining Fellowship. An old man in a white robe stands close to the couple as they hold hands.

"Arwen, you have thoroughly and completely thought what you will have to do in order to wed this mortal, Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

"Yes", Arwen responds confidently.

You know and are willing, under your own will and power, to give up your immortality in order to do so."

"Yes."

"You will love and honor Aragorn, son of Arathorn, for the remainder of your life and forever more."

"Yes."

Now the man turns to Aragorn, "and you, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, understand fully what Arwen has to do in order to wed you."

"Yes."

"And you are willing and able to, under your own will and power, to spend the remainder of your life with her."

"Yes."

"Then, do each of you have something to exchange in order for this to become official?"

They both nod; Arwen takes off her Evenstar necklace and Aragorn takes off the Ring of Barahir. Aragorn bows his head a little so that Arwen could put it around his neck. Then he put the ring on Arwen's ring finger.

"By the Valar, Arwen Everstar is here by bound to Aragorn, son of Arathorn." They both kiss and everyone stands up and claps.

After the wedding, Arwen throws the bouquet of flowers behind her to the group of giddy women. They land right in the arms of Eowyn. She looks surprised at first, but smiles. She looks over at Faramir and their eyes meet for a moment. He walks up to her and begins to strike up a conversation with her.

While one bond was eternally intertwined, a new one was about to form.

THE END!

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