The next day came. Emilie changed into a blue dress for the coronation. She put her hair into little braids, but kept most of it long and flowing. She had this one chance to fool with long hair all she wanted. If she went back to America, it would rest about eight inches below her shoulders again. She stuck a couple of blue flowers into her hair and put the golden Elanor upon her head. Legolas came to fetch her.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you kind sir,” she smiled. “I wouldn’t want to leave for the coronation with the wrong man now do I?”
Legolas offered her his arm and planted a kiss upon her cheek. The city was filled with people from everywhere. She followed Legolas to the gate where Aragorn would come forth. Faramir stood beside the Lady Eowyn, and she saw the love between the two. Finally, Aragorn came forth. He was clad in black mail girt with silver, and he wore a long mantle of pure white clasped at the throat with a great jewel of green that shone from far away. The Elfstone. A star was born upon his forehead by a slender fillet of silver. Eomer, Imrahil, Gandalf robed in white, and the four small hobbits followed him. “The last Steward of Gondor begs leave to surrender his office.” Faramir held a white rode, but Aragorn gave it back to him saying, “The service is not yet ended, and it shall be thine and thy heirs’ as long as my line shall last. Do now thy office.”
“Behold!” Faramir said. “Here is Aragorn son of Arathorn, chieftain of the Dunaden of Arnor, Captain of the Host of the West, bearer of the Star of the North, wielder of the Sword Reforged, victorious in battle, whose hands bring healing, Elfstone, Elessar of the line of Valandil, Isildur’s son, Elendil’s son of Númenor. Shall he be king and enter the city and dwell there.”
Of course the people cried in favor of Aragorn. Guards that carried a casket stepped forward, and Faramir opened it. Inside lay a beautiful ancient crown made of pure white. The wings were made of white pearl and silver in the likeness of the wings of a sea-bird, for it was the emblem of kings who came over from the Sea. Seven gems were set ina circle, and in its center was a single jewel which shone like a flame. Bearing the ancient crown, he handed it to Aragorn. Aragorn said, “Et Earello Endorena utulien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn’ Ambar-metta!” But to the surprise of all but Emilie, he handed the crown back to Faramir and wished that the crown lay in the hands of Frodo. Frodo would then give it to Gandalf who would set it upon Aragorn’s head. Everything happened exactly as Emilie remembered from the book. At last the crown rested upon Aragorn’s head. The trumpets blew, and the people cried out in a loud voice. The King passed through the streets and came to the citadel and entered. The banner of Elessar of the Tree and Stars was unfurled. Aragorn was a great king. He even pardoned the Easterlings for uniting themselves with the Dark Lord. He sent them away free and made peace with them. So the days passed, and still the hobbits stayed for Aragorn did not want the Fellowship to be separated until the day he was waiting for had finally arrived. There was a day when Aragorn and Gandalf went out together. When Aragorn returned, he brought back a tree to the Citadel.
“The sign has been given,” he said. “And the day is not far off.”
Finally the day came. The Evenstar was brought forth with her father Elrond. Elrohir, Elladan, and Erestor came as well as her old friend Glorfindel. Galadriel and Celborn also came to witness the event. Behind Elrond came Arwen riding a gray palfrey (a small horse). She was more beautiful than Emilie had ever imagined. She did look a lot like Liv Tyler except even more beautiful. A white dress she wore. A thousand words could not describe her long flowing dark hair, or her lacy delicate hands, or her fair face, and her deep blue eyes. She was glimmering in the evening with stars upon her brow, and a sweet fragrance enveloped her. Elrond separated the scepter, and he laid the hand of his daughter into Aragorn’s. Aragorn wedded Arwen Undomiel, and the stars shone in the skies.
The days of rejoicing finally ended, and Frodo went to Aragorn. They would part now, and Emilie was sorrowful. She went to Frodo on the day he would part from her. She saw the Evenstar around Frodo’s neck. Arwen had given it to him.
“Hello, Frodo,’ she said.
“Hello, Elenya. It is time to leave. Are you coming with us?”
“I have done a lot of thinking. I have decided not to come with you. I believe my place for the present is here in Minas Tirith.”
“Would the Prince of Mirkwood have anything to do with that?” Frodo asked.
“Yes, but I’d rather not discuss it. I shall surely miss you Frodo.”
Legolas had kept his promise to Gimli and went with him to the Glittering Caves. Elenya did not go with him. She wished to stay close with Frodo and Aragorn. But they returned soon for Legolas wished to be separated not from the company either. They rode even through Fangorn and said farewell to Treebeard. Gimli kept his promise to Legolas and passed into Fangorn with him.
They finally reached the Gap of Rohan, and Aragorn parted with the hobbits. Legolas, Gimli, and Elenya parted with the hobbits. Their farewells were sorrowful. Elenya hugged each of the hobbits as well as Mithrandir. Emilie did not wish to go with them though she would miss them. She had had enough of war and death and did not wish to see the Scouring of the Shire.
Elenya and the others made their way back to Minas Tirith. It was evening when they returned. Elenya was finally allowed to meet the Evenstar something she had wished all her life more than anything else in the world. Arwen came to her in the garden of the citadel.
“You are Elenya are you not?” Arwen said surprising her.
Elenya bowed low, and said, “Yes my queen.”
Arwen raised her. “You are of my kind. I do not know your face but you are familiar to me. Aragorn has told me much of you how you won great renown in the battles.”
“I may have won renown but never have I had greater honor than you. I have been waiting for this moment all my life to meet you. I have heard of your tale before and I have wept again and again wishing I could meet you. Now I finally have.”
“You do me honor. But how could you know of me?”
“I can’t answer that question. I have known you all my life, but I have never met you. But I believe you and Aragorn shall be very happy and be called the lovers of old as Beren and Luthien.”
“I have seen the love that the Prince of Mirkwood shows toward you,” Arwen said meeting her eyes.
“Legolas is a good friend. He’s arrogant and young, but so am I.”
“Young,” Arwen said the word. “I wonder if there is such a thing for elves.”
“I guess that is true.”
“The reason I have come to you is I wish you to have something which I received from my grandmother. I believe you know her do you not?”
“I have seen the Lady of the Golden Wood and heard her words. She is very much like you my queen in spirit.”
“Call me Arwen,” the Evenstar smiled. “This I wish you to bear.”
The Evenstar laid a beautiful necklace into Elenya’s hand. It was wrought of silver. It was a strange pattern slightly like the Evenstar for it was elven. In the center rested a shining blue stone. Emilie could see her reflection from inside the gem. It seemed to shine so brilliantly that it made the night seem like the day. What she didn’t know was that this stone was the beginning of a new adventure for her and for another.
“It is beautiful. I am not worthy of such a gift,” Elenya looked at it.
“Of course you are. You are a friend of Aragorn’s and that is worth far more than gold, silver, or jewels. I have given it to you. It may bring you a light in the darkest of places. For it is a star that shines greatly when in need. I thought it best to bestow upon you. But I have also come with a message from the King of Gondor.”
“What does Aragorn wish?” Elenya asked.
“He says that you may remain here as long as you wish for you are welcome. But now we are to retire for the night. The evening draws on. Goodnight Elenya.”
Sweeter than the best of perfume. Lovelier than the nightingale. Enchanting as the Sea. Beautiful as a star. Hair as dark as ebony. Hands soft as silk. Face fairer than a jewel. That was the way Elenya described the Evenstar. She saw the Evenstar walk back into the citadel. She sighed. Everything seemed perfect, and Emilie did not ever wish to leave Middle Earth.
“I wonder where Legolas is?”
She would soon find out. Elenya heard footsteps behind her. Without turning around, she said, “Don’t even think about it Legolas.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss upon her neck. “How did you know it was me? I was quiet as a hobbit.”
“I know everything,” she smiled and turned around. “I thought you were with Gimli.”
“I was. I returned to tell you something.”
“I have thought on your words. And I have made my choice.”
“Well what is it?”