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انشر تؤجر باذن الله
I started dating this girl when I was 17. We went to high school together and she was my first love. We were young and so convinced we would spend forever together, but when I went off to college we broke up. A couple years after graduating I found myself thinking about her constantly and so we reconnected and realized that our feelings for each other after all that time never changed. We dated for almost two years and guess what? NOW WERE ENGAGED
@goodeffort I love you more than anything in this world and I cannot wait to make you my wife.
Chapter XXI (EXT): The Best of Sons (Pt. IV)
“It was Êlúriel that decided there should be joining of both Êlenuil and his brother Elendôr on the same day to their chosen. I was anxious waiting for the announcement I was to make before the court. Though Súlelenth had become a beloved part of the court, she had yet to become part of my household. As the day of my announcement drew closer, a strong tension grew between Ardôr and his son Êlenuil.
Ninyáre and her sister Mîráre spent time with Súlelenth and Aradúlin as Isílriel followed close behind. She was innocent of the conflicts that lay beneath the surface waiting for the moment to arise. Whenever I wished to speak to her of it, Êlúriel would keep me from saying a word. She was becoming a beautiful maiden—her waning childhood shining light on my old-fashioned ways.
Watching the falls in my study, I thought to myself about many things until I was interrupted my council.
“Good morning,” Fëaluin said cheerfully as he placed several scrolls on my table that Súriar and his apprentice Lindúir retrieved while everyone took their places. Eldôr came to me—his face stoic.
“I realize what you must do tonight,” he began. “I wish you would express this to Ardôr as only a king of this realm can.”
“What do you mean, Eldôr,” I asked softly.
“You are your father’s son, Thranduil. As he was a great king, so are you, however, your emotions often rule over you.”
“Never too early in the morning to have a word with the queen, I see,” I answered, feeling much the child I once was whenever Eldôr reprimanded me.
“True,” he said smiling. “But I have not yet seen the queen. I speak from experience.”
We made our way across the room to join the others—Ardôr stood with Êlenuil and Elendôr in the center waiting for my word. I could see the anticipation of what I would say in their eyes.
“Speak, Ardôr,” I said. “You have the ear of the king.”
“I have heard that you have given your blessing for my sons to wed,” he said.
“I have.”
“Tarthôn has given his blessing for Aradúlin to wed Elendôr for which I, as his father have given mine,” he said. “But what of Súlelenth? I have yet to hear of her father’s blessing. How can I give mine without the other?”
“This is true,” I answered. “I am surprised that you would seek such a thing. Have you a change of heart, Ardôr?”
“As much as His Majesty has,” Ardôr said defiantly.
“We shall see,” I said. “Fëaluin, send word to her father and mother in Dale that that I request an audience.”
“I will take the message myself,” Nimlos said. “If that is fine with you.” I nodded, my eyes remaining on Ardôr.
“Will nothing be done until word comes from Dale,” Ardôr asked. “Queen Êlúriel wishes for my sons to wed together.”
“Tell me, Ardôr,” I began. “Will you give your blessing of your son to her father should he not give his to you for his daughter?”
“I must adhere to the wishes of the king,” he answered. “Your word is final.”
“Yes it is,” I said. “But even I must answer to what lies in the heart of your son. I rule over many things, Ardôr. The hearts of others is not one of them. Tonight I will address the court as planned. Is that your wish, Êlenuil?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said trying not to smile.
“Then so shall it be,” I said.
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Later that evening, I was being dressed for the ceremony. I remembered my own betrothal and was thankful for autumn. Grateful that Êlúriel had a far more subtle flair for decor than my mother and her sister, the throne room was a pleasant mix of banners and flowers—rich with the auburn, gold, fading green with touch soft pink of the season.
I was dressed in a golden robes embroidered with cascading stems with maple leaves. While I stood in the looking glass, I let my mind wander to nothing in particular.
“Thranduil,” I heard Êlúriel say. I turned to look at her—she was as radiant as the sun dressed in a flowing gown the same color as mine. She hair was down yet not a strand out of place. She glided into my arms and kissed me tenderly.
“How do you manage to be so perfect,” I asked.
“Many years of practice,” she answered. “The same as you.”
“You flatter me, Êlúriel.”
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “I must or otherwise you will not do what I ask of you.”
“What do you wish to ask of me,” I asked, worried. I thought something was amiss.
“Not a thing for now,” she whispered and kissed me once again. “For now, we must make our way to the throne room. Nimlos will give Súlelenth’s hand in place of her father.”
“Has he spoken to her father,” I asked.
“I do not know, Thranduil,” she answered. “He has said nothing to either I nor Nenloth. He has yet to mention if he has spoken to Arímë. Perhaps they told him not to speak of their meeting.”
“If he is to give Súlelenth’s hand, then they must have given their blessing for her to marry Êlenuil.”
“They must have,” she said quietly. “Come, it is time, my love.”
I took her hand and walked with her out of our chambers and down the hall to the throne room. As we made our entrance, horns heralded our entrance as the court bowed in reverence as we took our places. I thought to my own ceremony as I stood where my father had—preparing to do what he once did as king.
Beside me stood Legolas and Isílriel, alongside the sons of Elranduil, Orísil and Ardôr. Êleneth, daughter of Orísil, stood beside Êlenuil and Elendôr eagerly waiting for the ceremony to begin, her light blue eyes dancing beneath her long light brown tendrils.
When the crowd had calmed and the music had ended, I stood before my court and waited for Eldôr to speak.
“I present to the court of Mirkwood, realm of His Majesty King Thranduil, the brides in waiting to Their Highnesses Prince Êlenuil and Prince Elendôr, Lady Súlelenth and Lady Aradúlin.”
Down the center aisle came the ladies in waiting dressed in gowns of white embossed with threads of the season. As they parted at the foot of my throne, there came before me Súlelenth with Nimlos and Tarthôn with his daughter Aradúlin. Both wore golden gowns the same color as the robes or their betrothed, adorned with a royal diadem. The first to step forward was my son, Tarthôn.
“Your Majesties, my father and my mother,” Tarthôn began, bowing along with Aradúlin. “My daughter, Aradúlin, I do give with my blessing.”
“With my blessing,” I said. “I hereby announce the engagement of Elendôr, son of Ardôr to Lady Aradúlin.”
Elendôr took Aradúlin’s hand and took his place before the court as Nimlos escorted Súlelenth before me.
“Your Majesties,” Nimlos began, bowing with Súlelenth. “My cousin, Súlelenth, in place of her father, do I give with his blessing.”
I could feel Êlúriel smiling and hear a collective sigh of relief from Elranduil and Eldôr under their breath. In near euphoria, Êlenuil took Súlelenth’s hand before I could speak.
“With my blessing,” I began. “I hereby announce the engagement of Êlenuil, son of Ardôr, to the Lady Súlelenth.”
The couples now faced the court.
“I hereby give announce they to be wed within the month and a fortnight,” Eldôr said. “Thereby decreed by His Majesty, King Thranduil and Her Majesty, Queen Êlúriel."
Celebratory cheers roared through the court as Êlúriel came down to join me. Though I was joyful in that moment, I was glad it was over and had ended peacefully. As the couples and the court made merry, I slipped away with Êlúriel for the evening.”--–TKWR:BII The Saga of Thranduil (EXT. VER.) by J.M.Miller 8-14-17
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Sidon really just knelt down in front of Link, offered his undying loyalty and gave him a ring