Minas Tirith

With the nasty wicked no good Denethor dead, and all the orcs and Haradrim-men dead too, the Battle was officially over, and everyone cheered my name in great joy, and sang songs commemorating the terrible fight.

Quickly with swift speed I started running to Minas Tirith, killing all the orcs in the way with my sword.  The High Steward had to be stopped from doing whatever he was doing!

‘What is the High Steward doing?’ I asked the little fat hobbit.

So did we all hop onto our boats and ships and sailing boats that we had heroically stolen from the Pirate Corsairs and sail off to Minas Tirith, to see what was happening even there.  The wind was at our backs, or to our front, whichever way made it best for sailing I think, and so did we go amidships verily avasting seawards and thus adrift the long fathoms between Pelargir and Minas Tirith.¹

Conspicuous by their absence from the wedding were Éomer and Éowyn of Rohan. They had business to attend to at Edoras, but Éomer would soon return to accompany Théoden's body on its journey home...

And Aragorn the King Elessar wedded Arwen Undómiel in the City of Kings upon the day of Midsummer, and the tale of their long waiting and labours was come to fulfilment.(1)

~The Eve of Midsummer~

Having achieved Lothíriel's security, sisters Eregiel and Calentauriel were now free to roam the city. They went straight away to the gates of the city to witness the arrival of those who would be attending the wedding and, perhaps, the arrival of the wedding party itself. Fortunately, it was not long before familiar faces came into view.

At last the Súlrohir found safe harbour, anchoring at Harlond just beyond the Rammas Echor, the boundary wall of the Pelennor Fields. Eregiel and Calentauriel were very glad indeed that their four-day sea voyage had been safe and free of incident.

~Harlond~