Gondor

If memory serves me right, it was a fair day in a goodly Spring that the first stroke of the War of the Ring was struck, when an evil doom came to my door.  I was sitting at table in my castle, somewhere in Gondor near Lamedon, enjoying a simple meal and pondering weighty matters of state, when I heard a knock at my door.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~