Author's Note: So this was supposed to be my Valentine's day special, but I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get on tomorrow, so I'm posting it early. There will be three chapters, I think, and I hope to post them all over the course of the day. If not, I'll try to post them over the weekend.

Oh yeah, and this story features my new favourite elves...Orophin and Rumil! If you haven't read the latest chapter of "A Reasonable Defence", than you should probably know that I've recently developed an obsession with these two amazing characters, and will probably be writing about them a lot. :D

Lastly, I kinda stole some ideas from Erestor for this chapter. All credit for WeddingCoordinator!Orophin and Reporter!Rumil goes to her. Though I did totally change their personalities.


Best Wishes, Lady Galadriel!

Chapter 1

Orophin could not deny that he was surprised by the phone call. Not that he was usually not surprised by anything. He had a reputation of being surprised at anything and everything-even things that everyone else had seen coming from a mile away.

But for once in his life, Orophin had a truly good reason to be surprised. He had just received a call asking for his services as a wedding coordinator.

This was surprising in itself. Orophin was the last person in Middle Earth who most people would wish to hire as a wedding coordinator. His only recommendation was that he had himself up for hire as such.

But even more surprising was the person who had placed the call - it was Lady Galadriel, who had been happily married to Lord Celeborn for many years. Ororphin was rather alarmed. He hoped the elven lord had not died.

Still, he was not one to turn down a potential job. He appeared at Lady Galadriel's talan a little under an hour late the next afternoon. He had forgotten until Rumil had reminded him, and had rushed down the stairs of the brothers' talan in his bathrobe.

He arrived to find Lady Galadriel waiting for him, smiling in a rather strained manner. In a corner, nearly hidden by Galadriel's grand piano, sat Celeborn and Celebrian, pushing and pulling needles in and out of some white stuff.

"Sparkly notebooks are good," said Orophin solemnly, as he entered.

In wedding coordinating class, the instructor had told them to make a statement as they entered a potential job site.

"Sparkly notebooks are good," the instructor had said. Now Orophin said that every time he entered a potential job site.

Orophin sat down and and opened his sparkly white wedding coordinating notebook. He dipped his sparkly pink pen in the sparkly blue ink, and signaled for Galadriel to commence.

"First things first," said Lady Galadriel, smoothing her skirt. "I want you to hire out the biggest talan you can find for the ceremony. It should be capable of holding about a thousand elves and men. If you cannot find one big enough, hire someone to build one."

"Mother," said Celebrian from the corner, "don't you think a small wedding would be nicer?"

"Of course not, Celebrian," said Galadriel. "We do weddings right here in Lothlorien. Everyone of any importance will be invited."

Orophin wrote all this down wondering if the piano was in tune.

"Next, I want you to make arrangements for Erestor from Rivendell to be transported here, to write the invitations. I am still working on the guest list."

Orophin wrote, "Ship Erestor to Lothlorien," in his notebook, meanwhile wondering if concert piano playing was a good job to be in right now.

"And while you're at it, call Mithrandir to perform the services, Galion to send twenty gallons of Dorwinion, and Lindir to play the Wedding March and Happy Birthday."

"Surely we don't need to sing Happy Birthday at a wedding," said Celebrian.

"Surely we do," said Galadriel fixing her with a look.

Orophin wrote, "Ship Gandalf, Lindir and 20 gallons of Dorwinion to Lothlorien." He wondered if he couldn't play the Wedding March and Happy Birthday as well as Lindir could.

"And let us not forget the honeymoon destination," said Galadriel. "Be sure to book a week's stay in Mirkwood's A Resort for Random Elves for two."

"But Mother!" said Celebrian. "Mirkwood is so dark and damp, and they say A Resort for Random Elves is no more than a looney house!"

"Quite the opposite!" said Galadriel. "Mirkwood is a beautiful place, and A Resort for Random Elves is the best resort in Middle Earth."

Orophin wrote, "Book 2 wk stay at ARfRE for 2." He felt sure that he was a better musician than Lindir was.

"As for the bridesmaids dresses, I think a bright, swimming pool colour blue will be just right, and the same for the groomsmen shirts."

"But Mother," protested Celebrian, "That's such an ugly colour for clothes!"

"I think the effect will be quite lovely," said Galadriel, "especially when paired with dark mauve ties on the men, and the same colour sashes and shoes on the girls."

Orophin made a quick sketch of the outfits. "Will this do?" he asked, wondering if playing piano payed better than coordinating weddings.

"Yes, perfectly," said Galadriel. "I will need nine groomsmen outfits and six of the bridesmaids."

"Don't you think it would look better to have an equal number of groomsmen and bridesmaids?" suggested Celebrian.

"Well, where would we ever get three more single girls?" demanded Galadriel.

Orophin wrote, "dress x 6, suit x 9". He thought it must be fun to make music for a living.

"For the reception," said Galadriel, "book catering services from Lothlorien Sun Food Co., and make sure to order the vegetarian meal, as some of the guests don't eat meat."

"Lothlorien Sun Food Co. is delicious, and their vegetarian meal is their best," contradicted Galadriel, a trifle snappishly.

Orophin wrote, "Lothlorien Sun Food Co. (vegetarian meal) for recept." He felt sure he would be an instant hit as a pianist.

"Also from Lothlorien Sun Food Co., order the biggest wedding cake they offer, and ask them to put on as many birthday candles as will fit."

"Candles on a wedding cake?" asked Celebrian. "Why?"

"For me to blow out, of course," said Galadriel, "or have you forgotten your own mother's birthday?"

Orophin wrote, "cake x quantity x, candles x quantity x, Lothlorien Sun Food Co." He could already hear the applause his every performance would draw from the enraptured audience.

"And of course let Rumil know that he will be the official wedding photographer as well as reporter. That ought to keep you busy. I'll set up another appointment on site for us to talk about decorations."

"And who's footing the bill?" asked Orophin. It was an important question. "Lord Finarfin?"

"Oh no," said Galadriel, "Celeborn is paying all the expenses."

Orophin made note of this in his notebook, stood up, and bowed. He would travel over all Middle Earth to perform and everyone would love him. He hurried home to his own talan and threw the notebook on the table. Then he sat down at the brothers' tiny, out of tune piano and started to play.

To Be Continued...