AN: This came to me one night as I was getting ready for bed and writing in my journal. It just sprang out from nowhere. Anyways the first eight paragraphs are from the different points of view of certain people. I had intended this fic to be the wedding of two of my other favorite characters, but it turned out the way it did. This goes out to my muses, David and Stephen and my faithful beta, Andrew. All non-original characters belong to myself and Lady of Ithilien. George Lucas owns SW and I am not receiving any money whatsoever for this fic. LOL. Enjoy!
Everything was perfect, everyone was here, and all the little details had come together at the last minute. She looked like an angel, standing there in front of the large mirror, getting ready. The dress she was wearing was made of pure white Loveti moth-fiber draped over the silvery silk sheath dress she wore underneath it. It molded to fit her delicate form perfectly. The moth-fiber came up and encircled her arms, like a light frost, then finally gathered and clasped around the neck with a stunning corusca gem clasp. Her hair was styled in an elegant upsweep that reminded him so much of her mother. His throat tightened and a somewhat conspicuous moisture seemed to be accumulating at the corner of his eye. She had a thin silver coronet, set with a single diamond encircling her brow and helping secure her long veil. But he could care less about all of that; the best part was seeing her beautiful face, lit up with an inner, absolute joy. She was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous and it figured that today was The Day. The day that he'd dreaded since she was born. The day that he had to let her go, give her over to another guy, and let him be the one to take care of her now. He hated it. He had nothing against his soon to be son-in-law, it's just that…….
…..She's his only daughter and today I'm taking her away from him, he thought, raking his fingers through his already disheveled hair. He was nervous, really nervous; he admitted pacing back and forth in the small room where the groom and groomsmen were getting ready. This was his wedding day, he was finally going to marry his beloved, and they were going to have three months of leave before they had to go back to work. Granted, they'd probably return to work before three months was up, but he just couldn't believe this was finally happening. Was this normal for him to be this edgy? He hadn't realized he'd spoken this last thought out loud until he heard on of the room's other occupants reply, " Yes, it's normal, now will you please sit down? The poor carpet needs a rest." He had to smile at that last statement, but he still did not sit down. He had to get rid of some of this nervous energy or he was going to explode. Instead he bolted for the side door and throwing it open, ran out into the small side garden there. He sprinted for the tall trees at the far corner of the pavilion and not even remotely aware that he was standing in front of the bride's chamber, did something that no one had ever seen him do before. He jumped, he waved his arms around, he yelled and cheered, he danced a little happy dance. He, in a rush let out all of his nervous energy and for a few minutes he was spontaneously elated and felt the need to show it. After he was done, he straightened his dress uniform and calmly walked back to the groom's chamber, past his astounded groomsmen, the majority of which were family. He reflected on the fact that he did indeed feel more relaxed, now the only thing that was eating at him was impatience. He had waited for this since the day that his beloved had agreed to his proposal and he just wanted to get it over with, so that they could move on to more important things….
…..At first he couldn't believe it when he saw his friend and soon to be brother in-law fling the door to the small garden open and bolt outside. His first thought as he leaped to his feet was that for some reason his friend had gotten cold feet at the last minute and was trying to escape. His next thought as he began to chase after his friend was "Oh no, you're not doing that to my sister, bud!" Then rushing into the garden and seeing his composed, sometimes emotionless friend yell, jump about, laugh, and dance with joy was utterly perplexing and weird. Not to mention totally unlike his friend's normal behavior. He felt a wave of confusion, shock, and then suppressed laughter roll over him and he realized that his friend was doing this little display of joy right in front of the tinted windows of the bride's room. He stretched out with the Force to feel the emotions of the people helping his sister get ready and felt shock and massive fits of laughter emanating from everyone, especially his sister. Finally his friend was done with his outburst of joy and proceeding to straighten his formal black dress uniform, he walked back into the groom's room, followed by a stunned set of groomsmen. His brother in-law's sole explanation for his crazy outburst was that he had needed to release some of his nervous energy. A pang of sadness hit him as he remembered his wedding day and his beautiful bride. They had only been married for six months when on their reentry into the galaxy, she and their unborn child had been killed in a skirmish with the last few, retreating Vong. Shoving the memories and the pain into the back of his mind, he resolved to only be happy for his sister on her special day.
He had to admit that when it came to choosing The Girl, his son had sure picked a winner. His soon to be daughter in-law was smart, a hot hand on a stick, drop dead gorgeous, and had a incredible personality, not to mention her sassy sense of humor. She was the perfect match for his son in every way. He was overwhelming happy to finally be at the wedding of one of his children. Admittedly, he and her father had been somewhat at odds for most of their lives and probably would be in the future, but that didn't matter right now. He allowed himself a smug smile as he thought to himself that he had been right after all in his assessment of a worthy woman for his son. He had told his son; years ago that the only woman that could really measure up to him would be the type of woman that could be say the first woman to command Rogue Squadron. His son had laughed it off then; he was going to have to admit that his old man was right and that he knew what he was talking about. He looked down at his wrist chrono and realized that the ceremony would be commencing soon and that he needed to go and escort his wife to their seats fairly shortly……..
As she looked at her only daughter, arrayed in her bridal finery, her eyes misted over and she remembered her own wedding day all those years ago. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the events preceding her wedding day. One huge, colossal mess it had been, but in the end it had turned out for the best, she concluded. The dress that her daughter was wearing was a custom-made confection based on an old holo of one of her mother's dresses that her daughter adored. The overall effect was astounding, her daughter was exquisite. She also seemed to glow with this soft inner light, and her Force-presence was fairly bubbling over with joy. She imagined that this was how her brother had felt when he had watched her marry. She sighed, it seemed like only yesterday that they had come home from the hospital with her and now here they were helping her ready herself for the happiest day of her life……
She was excited and nervous and scared and just bubbling over with joy. She knew as she was getting ready that the dress was perfect, that she looked perfect in it, and that in general, there was nothing wrong with her appearance. She also knew that her groom loved her and that today was the day that she had been looking forward to for the past three years, when they had first started to get serious about their relationship. But even though she knew all this, she was still a bit nervous, a bit apprehensive. Just then she caught sight of a flash of black streaking across the garden outside and she watched transfixed as a man in a formal black dress uniform, chased by other men in formal black dress uniforms stopped right in front of the chamber windows. Her heart leaped as she recognized the man as her groom and she wondered what in the name of the Sith was he doing out there, when she saw her groom do the unthinkable. He jumped and yelled and waved his arms around wildly and danced with joy. He proceeded in this fashion for a good four to five minutes and then as abruptly as he began his outburst, he concluded it, straightened his uniform, and returned to the groom's suite. After she had watched him walk back into the groom's suite, she just collapsed with laughter and she laughed good and hard along with the rest of the room's inhabitants. Then it was time for her to go and with a lighter heart, she took her father's arm as he lead her from the room…….
It was such a gratifying feeling to watch her good friend prepare for her wedding. She was so lucky to have a man who loved her so much and who she loved in return. This day was just a restatement of the deep vows of love that they already shared. Evidence of this was the profound bond they shared; one could take one look at the two of them and instantly know that they were meant to be together. Her gaze wandered past her friend to the men, one man in particular walking back to the suite of rooms across the pavilion that had been designated the groom's suite. Oh, how she wished things had worked out differently between them. She had loved him so deeply, wait no, she still loved him that deeply that she thought someone had stuck a vibroblade into her vitals when she had felt his anguish at losing his wife. She had made the resolution then that she would still be his friend no matter what had occurred between them before, but even still she knew that her heart had died that day. She had derived great comfort with the presence of her best friend and with helping her plan out every little detail of this truly joyous occasion. She tore her gaze away from the window, straightened her dress for the umpteenth time, and then went to join her friend. The procession would begin soon and she needed to be calm, in control of her emotions so that she could truly enjoy this day.
She was so content, sitting at the wedding of her son, a dream come true it seemed. With the deaths of her other two children who had been this age more or less and the turmoil of all of the wars tearing through the galaxy, she had feared that this child would have been taken from her too. But thanks to the beautiful vision that would soon be coming through those exquisitely carved doors, he hadn't been. Indeed, her new daughter-in-law was perfect for her son; it was as if they had been especially made for one another. The entire time here had been wonderful, especially getting to see her brother and his family again. She smiled at the thought of her adorable nieces and her sister-in-law who was a dear friend by now. Just then she heard the music start up and the groom and his best man walk out. She squeezed her husband's hand as she fondly remembered their wedding and the look that he had had when it was she walking up the aisle, the same look which was now on the face of their son. As he squeezed back and they rose for the bride's entrance, she smiled sweetly and just basked in this wonderful moment of being simply the mother of the groom.