[A smile twitches at his lips. "Eru wouldn't dare face your wrath." A little blasphemy can be forgiven on one's wedding day, yes?
He grips her hand tightly and begins the walk. He has never particularly enjoyed attention, so he is grateful most eyes are on Amarië. (He does not envy the extra pressure that must create for her.) His every conscious thought involves remembering how to place one foot in front of the other. No, not every conscious thought. There is the one that feels her hand in his and her body next to his and wonders how on Arda he was ever so lucky.]