For most, this would be a longer ceremony, filled with speeches and stories and further promises. But they are both of them straightforward speakers, not bards. No doubt Caranthir's brother Maglor will make up for the lack later on, and others. But for Haleth and Caranthir, there is only this, and it is all that is needed.

She smiles as few in life ever saw her smile, unguarded and open, as they join and lift their hands. Her ring is returned to her finger, where it belongs, scratched and marred by time but still beautiful to her eyes. As are they both.

"Here do I, Haleth, swear to leave all others to cleave to thee, Caranthir, to love and honor thee in all things, to hold you in your tears, and to rejoice with you in your joys."

No titles, no son of or daughter of, for all are beyond such things now. As she speaks she radiates happiness unclouded by any taint or reservation.