Author's Note: This is a story I thought up while thinking of what would happen if Fili and Kili had not died in the Battle of the Five Armies. I normally don't like inventing characters, but I have come to the dark side in an attempt to create a believable OC for the context of this AU. Enjoy!
Prologue
"Stop fidgeting, Fili!" Kili whined for the thirtieth time in the last fifteen minutes while trying to braid Fili's hair.
"Sorry, Kee, but my nose just keeps itching!" Fili protested, looking down to scratch his nose again.
"Fili, admit it. You're nervous."
"I am not."
Kili picked up yet another bead and strung it on a strand of golden hair. "You are. It's normal to be nervous on the day of your wedding."
Fili sighed and wiggled again.
"STOP IT!"
Fili sat still, staring at his own reflection, remembering how he had gotten to this day.