Marriage

How strange it is that I find this chronicle mostly empty. I had forgotten it, so enveloped in the life I was leading. My, my, what I witnessed and went through since my last endeavor into marking my history, and this own entry is in and of itself late. 

The day of a girl's wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

When the day came, the sky was a deep blue with only a few puffy white clouds scattered here and there. The birds were singing merrily, the weather was warm with a gentle breeze and nothing was going wrong.

Some time had passed since her letter was delivered. Daphne did not know what she hoped for with that effort. She knew that she had been trying to tell Furley she hadn't abandoned him, but what did she expect him to do with that knowledge?

{ Being a letter left where it can easily found, on the kitchen table with a spray of Uthulós }

Seregrían to her husband Cutch, greeting:

Greenlake Cottage, Pemberth in the Bree-land

47 Yávië in the Reckoning of Imladris

(Being the Eighteenth day of September in the Shire-reckoning)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

2 Yávië in the Reckoning of Imladris

          I have been engaged in a line of research regarding Mortal customs relevant to weddings and marriages, and have recently come across a curiosity called the "honeymoon"... 

My first full day as wife to Cutch was - well, full.  Filled with light heart, laughter and, of course, love.  And not a few surprises.

I awaken, and let my mind drift up like a swimmer rising from deep waters.  The canopy over the bed fills my vision, until I turn my head and see Him, sleeping soundly next to me.  And I am fully awake with one thought...

...Herven nin.

After Daphne first met her grandmother, the middle-aged woman insisted she stay with the family in their home. The house was very large and fairly lavish, but also held the whispers of memories of a time it had not been nearly so empty. Now, it only held Daph's grandmother, a few servants, a friend of her grandmother's and her Aunt Berarna, who was only around ten years older than Daphne herself and remained unmarried.  

Daphne had rushed to dress herself and run a brush through her hair before knocking and stepping over to where Anastasiar was trying to get into the wedding dress, without letting it touch the floor.