Arwen flung herself into her beloved's waiting arms. He was here; whole, warm, alive, seemingly unscathed by long weeks of fighting.
His grey eyes sparkled when he looked into hers. He blinked away tears, as did she.
He was still the same and yet changed. The crown became him well. He seemed to have grown in stature and majesty and there was a serenity about him, which had replaced the inner restlessness she had known.
Tenderly he kissed her. She quivered at his touch.
The long years of waiting were over. Tonight she would be his joyful bride.
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