Rating: G
Summary: …you may now kiss the bride…(a drabble)

K: LIKE KISSING THE KING OF NÚMENOR

They were King and Queen, but Frodo saw them only as Aragorn and Arwen, who waited forty years for this moment. Their eyes met, Aragorn’s filled with a tenderness that enveloped his bride. She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy, and then looked up. Her countenance was filled with joy, and the radiance of her own being surrounded him. He cupped her chin; then they kissed.

Somehow Frodo saw in them the majesty of Númenor renewed, as though that ancient land had risen from the sea. He felt slim hands upon his shoulders.

“They owe this moment to you,” whispered Elrond.