Disclaimer: Tolkien’s toys, Kortirion promises to play nicely and put them away after.
They were able to join hands at last and the gesture was so natural neither noted it as anything unusual. In that moment of making their solemn and heartfelt vows, it seemed as if the world and all its noise and fury simply drifted away. They were simply together, more in harmony than ever two people have been, or so it seemed to them. Each drank in the other’s eyes, face, lips, trying hard to remember every precious minute, to imprint these memories so deeply nothing would erase this moment.
"My Captain... My King... "
...and then - he was alone.