Slannen was busy announcing their news to every passerby.
"We're married — it's legal!" He brandished a copy of the marriage certificate (the original locked safe away) and shook it emphatically at the last word. "An official of the state was present and signed on the dotted line" — here Slannen pointed at it; stopping to take breath, a short, awed pause —
"...and... we're married." The ending of this pronouncement was spoken far more quietly, a note of wonder in his voice.
Ella looked on and smiled. That's my man, she thought. I mean — elf. Even now, the choice of words still had Ella stumped at times. She played with different words for a moment before resting on one — My husband.
She muttered the word under her breath to see how it sounded.
It felt right to think and to say. Ella's smile widened and she placed a hand on Slannen's shoulder.
"I think it's time to go home," she whispered in his ear, leaning a little from where she stood, behind his right shoulder.
He turned and started a bit, then became a bit red — whether from sudden realization of the loudness his voice had carried, or from other things — and said, "Oh... right," grinning out of the corner of his eye, into hers.
Slannen was suddenly quite glad they had settled on the carriage with the curtains.