[Wedding] - Coming to the Alter 2

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Fionnar stepped to the front of the aisle, and turned to watch the
newly-made Hillrover chief, Brion, offer a massive arm to a dainty
hand.
And together Brion, and Elektra, began the slow march down the aisle -
the
bride looking like a snow-wrapped dream.

Behind her came Marta, along with Gwion, to act as flower girl and
ring
bearer. Gwion's expression was rapt, though he kept easy step down the
path; for to the boy he heard the joy of the heart music that filled
the
evening.

As the couple-to-be approached Geiren could feel the threads <whisper>
excitedly, and joyfully, along the scar runes that etched most of his
flesh. In a literal sense the moment was right.

Finally Elektra and Fionnar stood before him, with Brion stepping
silently
away of the bride, but not before he gently placed her hand into
Fionnar's.

~What words?~ Geiren wondered. True he was the Hunter's Own, but he
was no
priest. He had pondered many over the last few weeks - seeking the
right
ones for such a precious occasion.

His own gaze was kind, with no hint of the night's wildness, in his
brown
eyes as he studied them.

In Elektra's eyes he saw moistness, and a look so happy that she
looked
ready to burst.

"We have seen much," Geiren said, "And know well how precious and
fragile
joy and love can be." He reached out to clasp both Elektra's and
Fionnar's
hands in his own scarred ones, and continued, "And all I can offer is
that
I pray to the powers that be, particularly to those that gave us back
our
lifes, that both of you know that joy and love for many years
together."

"Do you, Elektra, take Fionnar as you your life mate and husband?"

"I do," she murmured, with a voice tight with emotion, and love in her
eyes as she turned to the man at her side.

"And do you, Fionnar, take Elektra as your life mate and wife?"

"I do indeed," the elf answered moving to hold his bride.

"Then let all know you both, Elektra and Fionnar, as husband and
wife."

A soft applause sounded as the couple moved to kiss.

Geiren stepped back to his own beloved wife, Morrighu, and took her
pale
hand as they gazed benevolently on their spirit daughter.