The reverand, the best man and the maid of honour had finally arrived. Even the annoyingly objective person in bright colours had arrived. Guests were milling in the grand hall, and some (including Cloveress) were gazing hungrily at the huge wedding cake, fiddling with their fine suits and gowns, or just yawning. Cloveress stepped lightly to the groom. "Elessar, exactly when is your bride coming? She's already two hours late."