[Airehiriel]

A plain white horse slows at the red carpet. On the horse sits the other half of the rather famous couple, The Elf who married the Dwarf with the Beard. She sits smiling at the assembled crowd. She wears a lovely white dress that isn't too dissimilar to one her great-aunt Galadriel might were. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back in little waves.

She light dismounts the horse and walks gracefully to the entrance of the Hall. As she enters, she spots her most beloved seated at a table. She glides over to him. The Dwarf looks up to her, his eyes shining.

"Sorry it took me so long, but I'm here now, my love."

They embrace in, what would appear to many to be, a very humourous hug, for the Dwarf only reaches the elbows of the Elf. But the pair seem oblivious to the snickers in the air. They sit and begin drinking mugs of malt beer, which the Dwarf graciously had waiting for the Elf. The chat for a bit, and watch as others entered.