You were a young elleth, descended from the first king of Lothlorien, though your parents were long deceased. You had fallen for a man by the name of Aragorn, a Ranger by self-claim, but also the rightful king of Gondor. After many years of a struggled relationship because of wars, distance, and adventures, you were at last reunited and soon to be wed. Yet there was one small issue- because both your parents were deceased and you had no siblings or other relations, you had no one to walk you down the aisle... To your grateful surprise, the king of Rivendell offered to do the honors.

And so it was that Aragorn, King of Gondor, and Y/N, Descendent of the Elven Kings of Old, were married under the banners of both men and elves, creating an alliance between the races that would last eons evermore, just as their love would as well.

(Requested by the splendid hufflepuffturtle! Thaaaaank yooouuuuu!)