“This one? This human is your choice?”
She squeezed his hand as they stood before the Elder. “Yes, My Lord, he is for me. I am sure of it, as I am sure of mountain and sky.”
The Elder snorted, and then shrugged. “So be it. The Declaration is made. Is there a challenge?”
There was furtive whispering among the assembled elves, and many eyes came to rest on Irewond, who fumed in silence.
“No? Then let my blessing and the blessing of the Tribe be upon this union, for all time.”
Irewond held his tongue, but threw no flowers.