wedding

"Everything I have, and everything I am, is yours."

       Soft strains of music float across the bridge. The stars dance through the ripples of the lake, bathing the sanctuary in silvered light. I take a deep breath, feeling the nerves and excitement that flutter in the pit of my stomach like tiny trapped birds. To my side, Galdorion fidgets anxiously. He is close enough to reach out and touch, but I do not move. We are both stood still, waiting.

Avarand sealed the last letter with something of a relieved sigh. He had spent the whole evening making arrangements, writing invitations and preparing the feast for the wedding. On his worktable he had piled the invitations neatly, all sealed and handwritten. Next to the invitations laid the list of the food required for the feast, and the ingredients required. He put the invitations in his bag, and carried it out into the main hall, putting it down by the door.

It's a wonderful day
And now everyone's here
So we give a loud cheer
As the pair come this way
We're all wearing our smiles
As they walk down the aisle
It's a wonderful day
And the Hobbits all sing
Let the Wedding bells ring