Glenoriel, the blonde elf king, stands tall in silver and green armor that catches the light with every gentle movement. His blue eyes survey the kingdom he loves, a peaceful smile gracing his lips. Beside him, Inanna, the radiant goddess angel, her brunette hair cascading over white and purple robes, reaches out to entwine her fingers with his. "Each morning here feels like the world awakens just for us," Inanna whispers, her wings faintly shimmering in the sun’s warmth. "And every dawn, I thank the stars that you chose to rule by my side," Glenoriel replies, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Glenoriel and Inanna descend the grand staircase, greeted by cheers from their people. The elves bow in reverence, admiration shining in their eyes. The couple’s hands remain clasped, a symbol of their unity and love. "Let the festival of unity commence—may our joy echo through the ages!" Glenoriel proclaims, his voice ringing clear. "And may love guide our hearts, now and always," Inanna adds, her words lifting the spirits of all present.

Glenoriel leads Inanna to a stone altar draped with white and purple blooms. Here, they exchange tokens of their affection—a silver circlet for him, a pendant of green jade for her. The grove seems to hum with their happiness. "This place will hold our memories, long after we are gone," Inanna murmurs softly, tracing the patterns on the altar. "As long as Mirkwood stands, so too will our love," Glenoriel promises, pulling her close.

Glenoriel and Inanna sit together on their balcony, watching the stars blink awake. Their hands remain entwined, hearts beating in quiet harmony. The sounds of celebration drift up from below, but here, all is still. "Do you ever fear the days to come, my love?" "Not when you are near, Glenoriel. Together, there is nothing we cannot face," Inanna replies, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Glenoriel rises, drawing Inanna to her feet as well. They stand at the edge of the balcony, looking out over their beloved Mirkwood. With every breath, their love weaves itself deeper into the heart of the forest. "Let this night be the first of many, my queen. Our reign, our love—may they endure as long as the stars shine above," "And may the world remember us, Glenoriel of Mirkwood, and Inanna, his heart’s angel," she answers, her voice a promise in the night.