Things began to move quickly after Langwen had said "Yes" to Darena's marriage proposal, breathing a sigh of relief as in doing so, she was spared having to propose to Darena herself. The alchemy between the two of them had been evident from the moment they were introduced to each other in the Archmage's office that day, which seems so long ago.

Langwen had already arranged for Palonirya, the High Elf/Altmer owner of Divine Elegance shop to send over two of her best wedding dresses and gold earrings. The two lovers dressed each other and then put on their earrings and finally their wedding wreaths on their heads, made of the most beautiful white roses and mint leaves to signify purity and everlasting fidelity. But there was till the matter of where to hold the actual wedding itself and they finally agreed...in between kissing...to hold the wedding in the Mystic Archives of the Arcane university. Here they would be surrounded by close friends and books of knowledge, allowing for more intimate and close setting. As they dressed, Darena and Langwen walked hand in hand first teleporting themselves downstairs to the lobby of the Arch-Mage's Tower and then going outside and walking to the Mystic archives building.

The Battle-Mages were out in full force and the University was still locked down...Mannimarco was dead, but still nobody was taking any chances. Langwen, since had lost her virginity to the priestesses of Dibella back in her home town of Arenthia in Valenwood, had wanted to wear her embroidered Archmage Robes but Darena had convinced her to wear a matching wedding dress instead. Deep beneath her serene and happy façade, Langwen's mind was telling her she was committing some sort of sacrilege but the brightly shining sun and flowers in full bloom were telling her that Goddess Dibella...and the other Divines...were pleased...and that was all that mattered. Langwen's jitters and nerves steadied as her Bosmer heart began beating normally, although the arousal was still there.

Proving once again her gift of foresight, Langwen decided on wearing two layers of sanitary cotton pads and much to her soon-to-be-wife Darena had actually pulled rank to make Darena follow her lead. Neither of them were worried about menstruating, however Langwen wanted to make sure her arousal would not surface at an inopportune time...say right in the middle of the wedding. Making a wet mess would cause word to spread and reinforce negative stereotypes about Elves and their promiscuity.

Once inside the Mystic Archives, Langwen felt overwhelmed by a flood of emotions and sensory information...feeling like had died and went to Aetherius itself. First there was the sight of her parents and Darena's parents, and then the sight of the Primate of Dibella herself, the highest ranking priestess of the Goddess of love, resplendent in her crimson silk, velvet, and cloth of gold embroidered robes. Langwen and Darena herself blushes almost as crimson as the primate's robes as their respective parents seemed to have barely had time to throw on their best clothes before they were transported/teleported to the Arcane University. Wedding custom dictated that since Darena was younger than Langwen...and still a virgin...she would be walked down the aisle to the altar by her father Herleif, who happened to be a retired Imperial Legion Officer and now a very prosperous inn-keeper...or ostler, as they were called in Skyrim. Langwen went to the altar and Darena took her father's hand as they walked down the burgundy carpet embroidered with cloth-of-gold stripes. As they walked very slowly, Herleif whispered in his daughter's ear:

-Darena, not that your mother and I mind you choosing women over men...but must it be an Elf? Might I remind you Skyrim's...and all of Tamriel's current suffering is due to an Elf...Mankar Camoran, cursed be his name. And the desecration of the chapels and slaughter of Dibella's priestesses is due to an Ayleid Elf, King Umaril...a slave-master, they were called. I thought your bride was a Breton named Lieinne. And how the Empire left Skyrim to the Daedra, pulling troops out and leaving only boys and girls in armor to fight Dagon's elite troops, the Dremora Valkyn. They left your Skyrim Fatherland to bleed and suffer. Sovngarde itself shall hear our wails and woes for redress." Herleif asked, almost plaintively still refusing to believe this was actually happening, letting out a sigh of painful despair as his daughter struggled not to let her true Nord temper show. Nords were quick to anger and she felt herself bristle almost instantly at her father's insinuations. She turned to glance briefly at him, her brown eyes doing all the talking for her, letting him know that while she loved and honored him, as a Nord daughter...any daughter should, she was not OK with him questioning her marital decisions. She remembered history perfectly enough to know and understand that Nords have always been in conflict with all Elven-kind, not to mention all their neighbours. but her wedding day was not about discussing history. Darena sighed as she knew bitterly well that her people, the Nords, would not view this union with wishes of happiness. By Oblivion, she herself was a Nord and distrusted over her impressive magic skills, which were almost equal to those of any Elf.

-Father, most honored and beloved, had it not been for my Langwen, you and mother, my brothers and sisters would be in chains taking orders from Umaril. You would like that a lot less. And Tamriel would've been merged to the Deadlands of Mehrunes Dagon and you'd be taking orders from a Dremora, or still be alive while your head was on a spike. You would like that even less than the first alternative." Darena said as she still smiled broadly, beaming with happiness. Little did she know that 30 feet way a young Wood elf was having the same talk with her father, Archanar, an equally prosperous and hard-working merchant.

-My daughter, no doubt you are aware of the history between the Nords and Elves and...well, everybody else, actually. Must you go to the Nords for a wife? Is there no Bosmer maidens left in Tamriel? Must I remind you of how Skyrim...and the Empire as a whole pulled most of their forces out of Valenwood and left us with skeleton garrisons who couldn't even defend themselves, much less the populace. What they did was murder, plain and simple, they put boys and girls in armour against the Valkyn...Dagon's elite Dremora troops. They butchered them like cattle. Your Valenwood motherland still bleeds and calls out to the Heavens of Aetherius for redress." Archanar said, puffing out his chest and feeling smug for a moment. Langwen bristled and her mind flew to the old saying about politics being the business of men...shallow and barbaric, the whole lot of them. She had no intention to discuss this now and clenched her fists as she licked her lips trying to remain respectful and polite to her father.

-If White-Gold Tower had fallen, Tamriel would've fallen with it. That includes Skyrim and Valenwood as well, if my geography is correct. And frankly, revered father, spending an eternity in the Deadlands is not something you want. Nor do you want to see mother and my sisters being subjected to the...attentions...of the Daedra. We all bled and suffered and a further reminder that Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon hate all races equally." Langwen said as she unclenched her shaking fists, her iron Imperial Legion/Blades discipline holding out.

Finally, Darena arrived with her father at the altar and her father gave her to Langwen...with some reluctance, but pleased she was happy. The primate of Dibella spoke:

-Honored guests, we are here until the loving gaze and protection of Dibella, blessed be Her name, to bear witness to the union of these two souls in eternal companionship. Matrimony is not something that should be entered into without careful consideration. Let us begin." she said turning first to the young Bosmer.

-Do you, Langwen, take Darena to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love, honour, cherish, obey and protect, now and for all of eternity?

-Yes, I do. Now and for all of eternity. Langwen answered without hesitation as she placed the ring on Darena's ring finger

-Do you Darena, take Langwen to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love, honour, cherish, obey and protect, now and for all eternity?

"-Yes, I do, now and for all eternity." Darena said as a small tear of happiness and joy fell down her cheek as she placed the ring on Langwen's finger.

-If any man or mer finds just reason for why this couple should not be joined, let them speak now, honestly and forthrightly, or forever hold their peace." the primate said, allowing a minute or two for anyone to say anything. She concluded the ceremony...as Langwen and Darena both felt their hearts beating faster and faster, the heat building and their breaths slowly becoming pants.

"-By the power vested in me by Dibella, blessed be Her name, I declare this couple to be wed. And what Dibella had joined together, let no man or mer dare take asunder. You may kiss" she said as Langwen and Darena already went and kissed one another, the guests applauding and cheering, Nordic and Elven whoops and cries filling the hall.