When Míril awoke the next morning, she got up and found breakfast delivered to her by Elumeril. It was quick and simple, for the weddings were in just a few hours. As she ate, Elumeril did her hair in a fancy braid and placed several gemstones in the crisscrosses.

"Have you chosen a dress yet, my lady?" Elumeril asked her happily.

Míril nodded. "I decided on the red one last night. Red with silver lace?"

"Excellent choice, if I may say so," the nine year old agreed as she finished with Míril's hair. "Well, we should get you in it."

Míril agreed. She went over to where she's hung the dress last night and undid the back. Stepping into it, she bent down so Elumeril could tie it for her. As the young servant did the back, Míril smiled in excitement. She was looking forward to seeing Arwen's wedding gown later. And Aragorn and Elrohir's best clothes as well.

"There," Elumeril nodded. "All done. Now just for your circlet."

Míril bent her head down so the girl could place it on her hear correctly. Once it was fixed atop her head, she stood up and thanked the servant for her help.

"How long until I am to head down?" Míril asked Elumeril.

The girl looked out the window. The sun was shining through.

"Very soon, my lady. I would suggest heading down in a few minutes." Elumeril bowed as she left the chambers.

The half-elf searched her drawer for a necklace to wear. Inside she found a simple yet elegant silver necklace that had belonged to Boromir and Faramir's mother. Now that she was finally ready, she slipped on her silver sandals and left the chambers. In the throne room she found Aragorn in his kingly attire standing and sweating. The Sons of Elrond were nowhere to be seen. Likely they were to process in with their father and sister and the other elves. Faramir was there with Eowyn, the two holding hands as they too were now engaged and were to be wedded sometime before King Éomer left the city. Gandalf was there also, standing confidently like the wise, old wizard he was. He nodded when Míril came down the stairs, walking over to her and handing her Aragorn's standard.

"You are still his standard bearer, are you not?" Gandalf asked her quickly. "Take it. You must process in first and stand beside him on his left. Arwen shall stand to his right."

Míril nodded quickly and held the large standard. It obscured her face and much of her upper body. She was glad of this as it would conceal her until her wedding to Elrohir afterwards.

Her wedding! Even just thinking about it made her giddy. She was very excited, and a little nervous, but mostly excited. But first she had to get through the more important event, the marriage of King Elessar, her ruler and adopted uncle.

Gandalf ordered everyone line up. Faramir and Éowyn would go first, followed by Gandalf, then Míril, and then finally Aragorn. Trumpets blared and the doors of the throne room opened. The little group moved forward out onto the steps. Hundreds of townsfolk were there to watch, and the entire street through the city was lined with citizens wanting to catch a glimpse of their new queen.

Gandalf stood to the left of Míril who stood to the left of Aragorn. He made his way behind him when the elven host approached. First came Galadriel and Celeborn, arrayed in their finest clothes. Éomer and Prince Imrahil, both standing next to Faramir and Eowyn, were dumb struck. Legolas and Gimli, standing next to Éomer in turn, smiled at their reactions. Gimli was content to watch the Lady's clear, immaculate movements. Galadriel and Celeborn went to stand on the right side of Aragorn after each party had bowed to the other.

Behind them went Elladan and Elrohir, both dressed to the nines, Elladan bearing the Standard of Elrond. They were clad in grey and black, their shining grey cloaks complimenting the stars they each wore on their clasps. Their circlets were set upon their heads. As they bowed to Aragorn, and he bowed back, Elrohir resisted the urge to look past the standard and see Míril. It would have to wait. They went to stand beside their grandparents.

At last, Elrond came escorting his daughter Arwen. She smiled at Aragorn and he smiled back. Elrond bowed before Aragorn and handed her off.

"Keep her well." Elrond said. "She is under your protection now."

"Of course, my Lord." Aragorn bowed.

Elrond joined his sons. The wedding vows were exchanged, Gandalf performing the ceremony. It didn't take long, and soon Arwen and Aragorn were locked in a kiss that rivaled that of any that came before. Cries of Arwen and Elessar were raised by the townsfolk. Great cheers went up. The people had a queen, and they loved her already. With the ceremony complete, all the people of importance went inside the throne room for the next ceremony.

This time, Galadriel decided to hold the standard of House Fëanoriel, as she was of similar blood as Míril. Elladan held the standard of Elrond still. Míril blushed as Aragorn took her arm and began leading her to where Elrohir and Gandalf were standing.

"I know it should have been your father," Aragorn whispered. "But I hope I am a worthy replacement."

She nodded and squeezed his hand. True, she wished beyond everything that Halbarad could've been the one to escort her to her marriage, but Aragorn meant much to her as well. As she walked forward, she locked eyes with the hobbits, with Legolas and Gimli, with Prince Imrahil and King Éomer, with Prince Faramir and Éowyn. She found herself locking eyes with Elrond and bowing her head to him in thanks, a gesture he returned. She found Arwen and Celeborn, too. But at last she had only eyes for her beloved, Elrohir.

Aragorn looked seriously at Elrohir before smiling.

"Do not do anything dumb, brother," Aragorn whispered to him. "She is my ward now, after all."

Elrohir smiled and nodded, taking Míril's hand in his from Lord Aragorn. He felt her shaking and smiled softly at her as they turned to Gandalf.

The vows were soon exchanged. Míril and Elrohir professed their eternal love for one another, and pledged the union of their Houses. Elrohir agreed to protect Míril with his life, and she with his. Finally, the moment came.

"You may kiss to complete the ceremony," Gandalf nodded.

Elrohir and Míril met each other half way and, to cheers from their companions, kissed and embraced. The marriage was complete, except for consummation which would wait until that night. Before then, there was to be a great feast held in honor of the two newly wedded couples.

"With the joining of Míril and Elrohir," Galadriel said, silencing everyone, "the three great Houses of the Noldor, and the three houses of the Edain, have been reunited. For through Elrohir, the blood of Finarfin and Fingolfin has been combined with Míril's Fëanorian blood. Also through Elrohir, the House of Hador and the House of Bëor for men are accounted for. From Míril, sole known relative of Lady Haleth of the Haladin, the third House of the Edain is represented." Galadriel smiled. "Thus will their children be part Maia, Vanyarin, Telerin, Noldorin, Haladin, Hadorin, and Bëorin. Truly noble children."

"Let us never forget," Aragorn agreed. "And now, let us feast."