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Galadriel laid silently, her wide eyes open and observing the activity around her. She was Elven and therefore, at ease with her nakedness and the people who streamed into the Royal chamber, each touching her body. Rough, callused hands and soft fingers alike caressed her skin as each member of the kingdom gave her a blessing. She quivered with each touch, realizing what lay ahead of her. Tonight, she would attend the Welcoming Ceremony and tomorrow morning, she would be declared queen.
The resonant echo of the hall doors closing boomed through the room and she jumped when silence returned. Everyone in the town would go to bed early this night in preparation for tomorrow's festivities. Everyone except her.
Cool, smooth cloth skated across her skin and the benevolent eyes of her mother, Earwen. "You have received the greatest blessing of any elven queen this day, Galadriel. Greater even than your own mother."
"Truly?"
"Truly." Earwen pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead and helped her to sit up, pausing to kiss Nenya, the Ring of Water Power that rested on Galadriel's finger. "It is time for your Rinsing and Welcoming. Are you ready, dear one?"
"Yes, Mother."
Galadriel gained her feet and stood as an attendant draped a new dark purple robe over her shoulders, removing the one of lesser cloth. "You are my greatest joy, Galadriel. May your reign be long and happy!"
She accepted her mother's embrace and allowed the attendants to lead her to the prepared chamber. Galadriel felt regal as she was led to her polished marble throne in the Welcoming Room. Earwen took her place behind the throne and clapped her hands. "Bring the Royal Attendants forward."
Galadriel tried to control her breathing as colorfully clad elven men and women formed a column on each side of her and escorted her into the main room. She proudly strode to where her mother and father stood, her head held high. Her father stepped in front of her and made the necessary pronouncements accorded to her by her rank.
"Choose."
Galadriel looked from her father to the grouping of young people who stood at her feet. "Choose?"
"Yes." His warm voice cascaded over her. "Choose. You must choose at least one or as many as four."
"What am I choosing them for?"
"Your welcoming, of course!" Earwen smiled at her daughter, putting her arm around her shoulders. "You are required to give your virginity to one in the community to prove the strength of your bond with the village. You must not become pregnant, however. That is to be saved for your husband."
"I see."
"So this night, you can sample whatever you wish before you find your mate and take the vows."
"And women are allowed?"
"Yes. Anything is allowed tonight. Make your choice, dearest."
Galadriel sat up in her chair, her eyes still drawn to the assembly below. "Then here is my choice." Her dark eyes connected with those of Earwen. "I choose you and Father, for I shall require all of the experience at hand to rule wisely." She glanced at her mother, smiling as she noted the mixture of confusion and elation on Earwen's face.
Earwen smiled, her fingertips drifting down and grazing her daughter's nipple. "Then shall we repair to the bedroom?"
She took her mother's arm, watching as the Royal Guard selected the young woman and man from the ranks of attendants and sent the remainder home. Her mother escorted her into the prepared bedroom chamber and watched as Earwen departed. Galadriel knew that when her mother returned, Finarfin would be with her and she was worried what her father would think about her ceremonial choice. Would he be disgusted or would he welcome the chance to form an unbreakable bond with his daughter?
A couple of male attendants brought a large tub in and bucket after bucket of hot water filled it, with the last few cold to temper the heat. Galadriel knew that this was for her and that after each assignation, she would be expected to cleanse herself. She took the opportunity to do that now, sinking into the perfumed water and sighing at the relief that flowed through her. The bath could soothe her body but not her nerves. She could not face losing her father's love and respect and to her dismay, tears began to fall, her body shuddering with sobs.
The doors behind her opened but she could not bring herself to look. She did not want to see her father's angry face. She just couldn't bear it. Finarfin's warm hands touched her shoulders and his voice swept over her. "Dry your tears, daughter. It is time to become a queen."
