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A beautiful creature. A delicate flower easily mistaken as weak without defenses. He knew hers was one of the hardest of choices, and one of love's greatest testimonies. She follows in the path of of Luthien. Wise and ethereal like the rest of her kind, Gandalf understood the depth of what she was forsaking. In the eyes of an elf, her life would be over in a blink of an eye. Yet the symbol of her sacrifice will unite elf and man kin in pace and hope.
As he watched her pass with the procession preceding her to the alter, diadems dancing in her hair and the sky blue dress trailing behind like a garden of sky and flowers united, his smile was tainted with the knowledge of the sure future. Her husband would get all the glory - but she will fade like the Evenstar of her name. Her memorial a green grave and mourned by the trees and her children alone. Forgotten, but an important part in the puzzle of the world.
A sad fate, though beautiful now on this day of wedding. A flower glowing in the twilight.
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