Wind stirs the air in Dor-lomin this day, and a lemony sun casts its gaze merrily down from its lofty perch, swathing the town of Hadorsford in a lazy autumns light. Yet within Hador's, now Galdor's house, stone walls and bright lit torches ensure a warmth and a pleasant brightness. The wall hangings shine in torch light, and a fire blazes pleasantly, high windows invite the sun to mingle with the firelight and it does so pleasently. Tables are filled with many plates, all of silver and indeed the room is filled with many folk, all dressed in fine raiment. Many guards wear dress uniforms, which this day seem to number highly among the rooms lot. The women folk wear gowns cut of fine cloth mostly, some bright in memory of fading summer, other choose to mimic the colours of coming autumn. None eat from the table, indeed little of the coming feast seems to be layed, but the folk mill about and talk gayly.

A creaking of an aged door comes in the air and indeed the doors of Galdor's chambers open widely. Despite the lofty frame, built higher than most in the town a man comes through, stooping to avoid its carved beam. Golden hair hangs about the mans noble face, his skin is tanned golden and eyes of greyish blue challenge the room. As he passes within the room, servants press the doors to their frame, and the lofty man walks through the folk present, nodding and smiling as he passes some, even pausing to offer a brief word to a couple of people on his way. Yet finally, he reaches the plinth on which his seat is place, stepping lightly up he walks to his place and sits down, taking a moment to look over the gathering, letting there talk carry on sweetly, indeed this seems to bring a glint of mirth to the eye of the Lord.

Elagil seems a bit awkward in his brand new uniform that was sewn for the this right occasion. He is the first to enter, keeping in check the billowing of his shiny cloth with one white gloved hand. The threshold slows him barely, and he is hard to stiffle a smile as he watches the crowded hall and the tall figure of their lord. Some hushes run among the many gathered as he steps toward the throne.

Almar makes his way into the room, dressed on this occasion in his full Guards uniform with gleaming chainmail and his sword on his hip. He walks towards the front of the room until he stands near Elagil and offers something to the man. On the palm of his outstretched hand are a pair of matched rings, one slightly bigger than the other. "Here they are my friend, I hope they are what you were looking for."

Standing just within the door and off to one side, Failindris watches the room quietly, her hands clasped loosely before her. She seems at the moment content to watch only. And as her brother Elagil enters, she smiles to her self. Straightening the flow of her dress, she steps away from the wall, and moves to take her place, offering a few whispered words and happy smiles to people she knows along the way.

Elagil peers at two golden band in Almar and nods appreciatively, "Yes, quite, thanks" he says and picks them to slip them inside his cloak. He smiles but looks a bit worried, and scans the crowd for someone. Smiling quily at his sister, he then mutters to Almar "You look quite splendid, I have a problem, I dont know where is Baradil, can you stay as witness ?"

Almar nods and claps Elagil on the shoulder, "Of course I can, it would be a shame to have to all head home and end the day without a wedding because I would not be your witness." He looks at his gear and then chuckles a bit, "Well, I do have to use this stuff sometime you know, and this is a better occasion to wear it than most. It has been some time since I donned mail, but it seems that you get used to it again quite quickly." He moves to stand off to the right of Elagil then to be the man's witness, and turns to look and see if all is in readiness for the event.

The door opens and the Mithrim ambassador, Sirithil, enters, with an apologetic look on her face... it seems she's just a few minutes late. Oh, well. She walks quickly up the aisle and takes the seat in the second row that has been saved for her. Careful not to disturb anyone else too too much, she sits down to watch the happy proceedings.

"Thanks Almar" Elagil nods and smiles at his comment about mail, he then turns toward Galdor and bows before speaking. "Thanks for you presence also lord and for the honor to be in our hall." Elagil says and doubles his greeting toward the mistress of the place lady Hareth.

Lindis stands for a moment longer on the threshold of the hall, listening to the waves of conversation that spill outside. She smoothes the folds of her robe, blue like a summer evening, embroidered with white and silver flowers. Who can tell what she is thinking, as she smiles a small smile and touches her fingers to her lips? Her eyes close for an instant. Then she begins to move into the great hall of Galdor's house. Upon entering, the maiden's eyes sweep the room. All around, she sees assembled friends and acquaintances. Smiling widely now, she walks to the top of the hall, to stand at Elagil's side.

Galdor glances at the pair of men who talk and a warm smile settles on his face. From the throng, a lady comes, and lady she truelly is. Hareth is dressed in a simply cut, yet fine embroidered dress of green and gold, fitting for her lineage for it is Galdor's wife, and she takes her place standing at the side of Galdor.

The long golden hair of the man frames his eyes, which crease lightly with his smile, as he looks to Hareth. An easy gaze wanders over the room again, slowly noting all present. He raises a palm, calling for silence to come to the room, and so it comes, just as he sights the coming bride. Then he beckons to the pair to come nearer to him, even upon the plinth.

Almar turns to Lord Galdor and salutes, then bows respectfully to Lady Hareth before looking back to watch Lindis make her way to stand by Elagil. As they are called to come closer to the Lord, he keeps his place to the right, but keeps a few paces behind the pair.

As the bride joins Elagil at the front of the room, Failindris watches the pair intently. And though her face wears a smile, her eyes seem a mixture of both joy and saddness. And even as they are called to move upon the plinth, a tear spills down her cheek.

Elagil watches the crowd, offering his sister a swift wink and a nod is directed toward the elven lady and others guests arriving with her. And at least, Lindis arrives and steps toward them. Sighing of relief at her sight, his glance blue brighten, would he and his family subject to tear when they are happy ?
He then wheels on his heel, Galdor voice tearing his eyes from the figure of Lindis and he faces his lord, checking the slight tremblement that seized him when his bride comes to his side.

Lindis too diverts her gaze from the welcome sight of Elagil, and comes to stand before Galdor, regarding the lord of Dor-lomin levelly, and yet with humility. In another part of her mind, she begins to put names to the faces of those she has seen in the hall: of Almar and Elagil's sister, and of the elven ambassador. There is a song in the silence of her eyes.

A slight cough, mild and calling comes, as a herald of speech. A rich voice rolls out, warm and polished, speaking the Elven tongue with all the grace of the elder race.

"Welcome friends! My folk are ever so greeted in this house; in strife or joy, I welcome as my father did afore time. Yet on this day, it seems we are blessed by a meeting of joy." His eyes drift back over the Elagil and Lindis, the smile broadening some, his hand turning to them "I trust many among you know both this pair, yet I shall let them speak aloud their names, and that of their forebears." his voice trails of, hanging warmly in the air, the stone walls bringing yet more presence to the noble voice. Reamining upon his seat, as is the custom, the misty blue gaze of the lord wanders between the pair, holding nothing save warmth.

Sirithil watches the ceremony unfold... she's never seen an Edain wedding before. On one hand, she watches with an almost scientific detachment, noting every detail and filing it away... she so loves learning about other cultures. On the other hand, she knows the people involved... so she's just as into it as everyone else in the room, filled with joy for Elagil and Lindis on this happy day.

The maiden's glance darts quickly to her betrothed, and his eyes nod that she should proceed. Tentatively, she clears her throat, and begins to speak. Her voice is that of a singer, and although she does not seem to speak loudly, yet her words resound through the hall, and can be heard by everyone. "I am Lindis: daughter of the house of Hador, but raised by Celebril and Idhrinya of Mithrim. I come here to set aside the name of my maidenhood, and accept the name of my beloved."

The ambassador's eyebrows rise somewhat at that. Raised in Mithrim? How very interesting. But she sits quietly, although part of her mind wanders ever-so-slightly, trying to place the woman's face, wondering if she's seen her around before.

Elagil seems dwarfed by the majesty and vocal might of the Hadorling. Yet he turns toward the crowd and his family, wondering a second what is sparkling on the delicate cheek of his sister. Tilting his head to Lindis, he waits for her to speak her name as the custom it is. And he takes a small breath before speaking, eyeing a tall and once blonde man like him in the crowd near Failindris those features smile behind the lines of age, "I am Elagil son of Beregil son of Haragil of Dor-Lomin. If anyone contest this, let him speak now !" he finishes ritually, his voice sounding like a challenge to anyoen wishing to hinder their glee.

After both have spoken, the man nods and holds leaving chance for any to speak out, the tradition upheld he continues. The tone of the mans voice changes, the kindness never lost, but holding now an edge, he speaks again.

"A union is to be made this day, imperishable in a world of doubt; much can be unmade, but neither flame, nor darkness can touch these bindings, no arm has a reach long enough."

He looks to the room, a veil falls over his face, a look sad and grim; his voice rises louder, noble and grim. "And so, I shall have no mockery in my house, nor darkness either. Hador's House welcomes none of the dark." Then suddenly calling out solemnly, his voice resounds in the room, it's tone more alike his Father than ever.

"Lacho Calad, Drego Morn!".

As his voice rolls to ceasing and those in the crowd who called in answer end, the face of Galdor again wears a smile and more kindly he has not looked this day. And to the pair he turns, nodding his head slightly, "I hope you can forgive such words upon your day, for today happiness alone has a place." He raises a fist, clenched tightly and looks back to the room, smiling kindly, yet in his eyes a flame is lit. "Yet, no greater defiance is there to offer, than our joy and laughter. This union is proof that, though my Father lingers not in this world, this house and your love, will endure through all the long years, and darkness will be unmade by the light of our hearts."
You say, "Speak now your oaths, Elagil son of Beregil, and Lindis daughter of this House."

Sirithil considers leaning over and asking her neighbor what "Lacho Calad, Drego Morn!" means, but deciding it would be rather rude, she files it away for later translation. Then she simply waits to see what will happen next.

Late? Harlow? Of course not. Even though a -few- people may consider it late. Well anyways, the scout does what he does best when he enters the house, he sneaks slowly into the crowd and finds himself an empty seat to take.

Wiping the tear from her face, Failindris continues to watch the proceedings. She still smiles brightly, though her eyes seem yet brimming with tears. And she giggles self-conscienciously, embarrassed it seems, at her own show of emotion.

The great voice booms over their head, and it seems some unseen wind carries the proud warcry of the third house; turning this day brighter and making the shadows fade to nothingness. And Elagil turns from the crowd to face Galdor, then his eyes go fully and solely in Lindis'. But if his glance is for her only, his voice rings loud for all to hear. His hand shuffles quickly in his cloak and he produces two rings and offers her one "Lindis of Dor-Lomin, I give you this ring as a symbol of our unending love. I swear hereby to love you, protect you and live in unity with you until for the rest of my life."

Almar smiles some as the pair exchange vows, and place the rings on each other's fingers. He watches the events closely as he was asked to do, and keeps silent as he does so as to not take anything away from the couple and thier happy day.

A broad smile like never one touched a mans face spreads on Elagil face as the cold of the precious metal encircles his ringfinger and binds him body and soul to the slender woman before him. Watching their hands a bit incredulously, he lifts slowly his glance to her face, like the sun climbing slowly on the horizon at the dawn of a new day.

As both pass rings the Lord of Dor-lomin watches, his eyes unswaying, creased with hapiness. As the rings are passed he speaks again, sombre and formal, yet with unmaksed mirth edging his voice. "And so, bound of gold and and bound of heart, the union and pairing is made. Bless you both and I wish you every happiness. All is left is the seal of a kiss." He nods his head to the pair and looks to the crowd, beaming with mirth.

Harlow sits silently, smiling among the rest of the crowd and leaning back against his chair. He folds his arms over his stomach, glancing around for a moment or so, wondering exactly where Magnar would be at the moment.. But then again, it would possibly be a good thing that the crow isn't here at the moment. Anyways, he looks back ahead to Elagil and Lindis.

Lacing her fingers with Elagil's, Lindis tilts her head towards his. Time seems to move very slowly for her, and she cannot close her eyes as their lips meet. Kissing her husband tenderly, Lindis glories in a bliss she had foretasted, yet had not fully anticipated. She feels the strength of her unity with Elagil in their kiss of consummation. In truth, she has never known anything like this. Even the sky shines more brightly, in her husband's eyes.

As easily as gold slipped around his finger, Elagil's arms slip around his wife slim wraist, and slowly, deaf and blind to all the rest drinks in her eyes and on her lips the bliss this day brought them. And he chuckles soflty, hugging her firmly and fiercely as their kiss ends. And he looks around, now curious of the people reactions.

As the two upon the plinth embrace, Elagil's sister smiles happily, a fresh tear running from her eye. Her hands work at the kerchief that she holds, almost nervously. And she raises it to dry her eyes, and then holds it before her mouth as if to stifle any sound she might make. As Elagil looks out to the crowd, she laughs aloud, however, nodding congratulations to him through yet more tears.

The Lord claps his hands, his smile as broad as any could wish to see. Many in the room, meet his clapping with similar jubilation. Yet after a moment of rippling cheers and clapping, he raises a hand, again begging for silence. It comes, this time slower. His face still smiles, yet an odd look, dreaming and of slight saddness sits on his face. "I beg further pardon, yet in this house I will speak." He looks about the room and then lastly to Lindis. "Now I must beg a favour of the bride, could I delay your bliss a moment, I have need to speek to these folk here present. I will keep you but a moment, can I beg such a thing M'Lady Lindis." He smiles at the new wed Lady, charming and kindly, and then he looks to Elagil.

Almar follows Lord Galdor's lead and applauds for the new wedded couple, then falls to silence to listen to what the Lord wishes to speak of.

"Of course, my lord," Lindis reponds, lowering her joyful eyes deferentially.

Elagil catches a glimpse of his sister, and if his first smile was for Lindis, the second is directed only at her, beaming of pride and joy. But Galdor voice recalls him and he turns to face him, clasping both of Lindis hands in his.

"My father gave a grand turn on such days, and I dearly wish he could have done, for I believe he foresaw this pairing. Yet I am a poor second for the day, yet I did know his mind and his care of the guard we have seen wed, so I speak to him now, for my father."

A soft smirk falls upon Galdor's face. "Elagil my friend, it has been said among your men, that your service to me and my father, has kept you from building a home suitable for such a beautiful lady and wife. I apologise for that, and wish to make good this day, for a Captain of my Guard needs a fitting home, for my Captain you are this day. Come hither." The tall man stands and casts his cloak away from his sides, revealing the large scabbard of his sword, and the mighty chain belt to which it is girt.

"The stone walls of Coronost were robbed of a Lord, just as my Father's van was robbed of knights, these two winters past." The man looks Elagil square in the face and asks the man, never moving to the room. "If you wish it, I give you care of Coronost, and it's hall as your home. Yet this comes with a price. A place in my van, riding at my side, and the mantle of Captain of that keep." Taking his sword from it's scabbard and raising it in salute. "Your men have oft spoken to me of your many deeds of valour upon the field - indeed my own father spoke of you to me - and folly it would be to head them not. Yet among these services, one there is that lingers in my mind strongest, my father and brother's barrow would be bare without your valour. I thank you friend. You now in my count, are numbered truly among this lands Lords if you wish, and your new wife your lady."

Elagil stands mute and watches... and more listens to his lord words with astonishment. His hands squeeze Lindis' and he forces his glance to rest in Galdor's, so akin to the one of Hador Lorindol. "It is a princely and lordly gift my lord.. I" and Elagil still holding Lindis hand's half kneels before the sword of Galdor. "I do accept the charge and the place and hereby swear anew to serve the house of Hador forever or the Night seizes me."

Almar smiles seeing that many things are turning this into a happy day for Elagil. Having done his part in the ceremony he takes a few steps back to leave the others at center stage for attention and drifts off to the side where he can keep out of the way.

Were Lindis' hands not clasped tightly in Elagil's, they would have moved slowly to over her mouth. She stands still, slightly stooped beside her husband, amazed and grateful for Galdor's generosity. The healer had not thought that anything could make this day happier, for herself and Elagil. She does not notice the few strands of golden hair that escape her braid to fall over her face, for her eyes look elsewhere.

Galdor still standing reaches to pat Elagil upon his shoulder. "Well met Lord of Coronost." A wide smile graces the3 face of Galdor, rarely in the past years has he looks this way, but this day he seems to be making amense. "I have kept the feasting o'er long. Lets to the meat and the wine. And let us sing in joy, mayhap my father will hear and smile. Bless you Lord and Lady both, and let Hador's house never falter." with that Galdor's hand rises and with it his voice, noble yet filled with joy. "Let the feast begin!"

Lindis lets Elagil take her hand and lead her down to one of the white-clad tables. The echoes of Galdor's triumphant shout still reverberate within the hall. Sitting down to partake of the fine feast, Lindis has eyes only for Elagil. It is a prelude to eternity.

Elagil rises at the pat his white cloak flowing like snow on his calves and thighs, he turns a bright smile to all around them, Lindis and Almar among the first. "Thanks you so much all of you".
Letting Lindis led him, or was it the contrary, he goes to their reseverved place and sits even as the barrel of ale and wine are pierced. An appetizing smell comes from the kitchen door wide open now as huge board roasted in a whole piece are being served on the tables.

As the announcement for the feast to begin is made, Almar walks over to where Elagil and his wife sit at the table. He bows to them, "I wish you great happiness on this day and many other, but alas I do not think I can stay for the feast. I will give you both your gifts soon, but I have some work to do to finish them still. Congratulations of your marrage and new home and rank. Be well both of you, and my happiness be upon you."

"A thousand thanks, Almar," Lindis smiles radiantly. "The rings are very fair, and the words described thereon are precious to us. Your words, moreover, bear a kindness that increases our happiness again."

Galdor lingers on his dias, letting the bride and groom reach the table even before he turns to Hareth with a smile. Whispered words are passed and he takes the ladies arm. The pair take their seats, at the head of the table, with Lindis and Elagil next to his wife. Meat is carved and brought to the Lord and his lady first of all, then the rest begin to start ehir meal. Lifting a goblet, cast of shining silver high over his head Galdor calls out quietly. "Happiness for long days." Tipping his head to the pair and drinking from his glass. With that said he takes a piece of emet and pops it into his mouth, as he chews he glances around the room, lasting back to Elagil.

Having given the wedded couple his best wishes, Almar bows to Lord Galdor and his lady as he begins to make his way off from the feast, but awaiting Lord Galdor's dimissal before leaving his presence. He looks about at all the happy people celebrating, and seems to be a bit aloof from it all.

As Galdor looks at Elagil, he notes the man Almar standing near, a puzzled look crosses his face and he stands walking towards the man. "Well met friend, your face seems familiar and such a uniform should yield all names to me, yet I am robbed of yours. Who commands such respect of Elagil as to stand as his witness?" The tall Lord sets his gaze kindly upon the man and awaits a reply.

Almar looks over to Galdor and seems almost embarrassed, "M'lord, I am Almar, once a scout and later a guard in the service of your father, Lord Hador. Of late I have been but a smith in the town here, but once long ago I remember when Elagil was a new recruit in the army of Dor-lomin. I have known him for some time, and when his friend could not stand by him, I was honored he asked me to do so for him."