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SUMMARY:
It's Bard and Thranduil's wedding day!
After a very sweet ceremony, that includes their entire family in Dale, our newlyweds travel to the Elvenking's palace for their honeymoon.
Finally, after weeks of teasing, and no hints, Thranduil shows his husband what "The Elf Thing" is...
The Woodland Realm; 18th of December, 2941 T.A.
Bard lay on his back smiling, eyes closed, while Thranduil was on his side beside him, kissing and tracing the outlines of every scar on his new husband's body. They fascinated the Elf, who asked for the story behind each one of them. He promised Thranduil he would tell him all about them, when he wasn't so completely exhausted.
They were married. It was official. In fact, they got married several times last night, and most of this morning.
And Bard learned what the "Elf Thing" was at last…
Two days after returning from Erebor, on the 17th day of December, a small group of invited guests gathered in the Elvenking's tent, and formed a semi-circle around Bard and Thranduil, who clasped hands before Mithrandir, and plighted their troth. The Kings had wanted a very simple ceremony, so the Wizard's remarks were brief, but meaningful. It was Percy who stood up for Bard, and proudly handed Bard the ring, who kissed it and placed it on Thranduil's finger. Galion did the same for Thranduil, who also kissed it before putting it on Bard's.
They both said some short vows to each other, then turned to all the children involved. Thranduil spoke to Sigrid, Bain and Tilda, affirming that his commitment to them was every bit as permanent and important to him as the one to their father, and his love would remain throughout their lives, for their children, and all generations following.
Bard turned to Tauriel and spoke of the permanence of his commitment to her. He called her the daughter of his heart, and affirmed her place in their family, as well as Legolas's.
Gandalf then took their ringed hands, placing one on top of the other. Hilda, trying not to cry, came forward, and wrapped a blue cord around their joined hands, asking for blessings from Ulmo, Lord of the Sea, and all the Valar. It was now Galion's turn to wrap a green cord around them as well, calling on Elbereth, Queen of the stars, and all the Valar, to bless their union.
Gandalf held their joined hands in his, and invoked the name of Elu Ilúvitar, beseeching him to consecrate their union, thus cementing their bond. Then the Wizard called Tauriel to come forth. He placed his hand on her bowed head, asking Eru to support her as a child of this new family, and he asked all the Valar to smile down upon her as she begins a new life here in Dale. He then called Sigrid, then Bain, and finally Tilda and offered them each the same blessings.
The ceremony was ended, so Thranduil and Bard kissed each other, smiling, and, hands still joined, gathered their children to them for a large and long hug, as the others smiled and clapped their hands.
The luncheon was served by some of Feren's officers, as today Galion was an honored guest at this small feast. Everyone smiled and enjoyed themselves, and soon it was time for the couple to leave for the Woodland Realm. Bard and Thranduil kissed each of the children and hugged them, and made them promise to be good. When Thranduil went to say goodbye to Tauriel, he kissed her brow, and held her in his arms, saying, "Gwinïg, savo 'lass a lalaith, Iellig."
Percy and Hilda, as well as Tauriel, waved them off, promising to look after the children, who stood before them waving and grinning.
It was a five-hour ride to Thranduil's Palace. As they went further into the forest, he saw much beauty, but far in the distance to the South, he also saw some of the sickness and decay that Thranduil was telling him about. Since Dol Guldur was cleared, the Elven Army was taking advantage of this and scouring the woods, clearing it of spiders.
"It will not solve the problem entirely," Thranduil pointed out. "But we expect this area to be a great deal safer."
"Good," Bard's mouth formed a grim line. "My people will be on this road in a few weeks, and the thought of Orcs and spiders doesn't sit well."
"Your people will be heavily guarded, Meleth nîn. Try not to worry."
Gandalf and Bilbo accompanied the party on the path to Thranduil's Palace. They planned to stay in the Woodland Realm for a time before wintering at Beorn's home. Once the pass in the Misty Mountains is cleared in the spring, they will make their way back to the Shire.
Bard's horse fell back beside Bilbo's pony, and he chatted with the Hobbit for quite a while.
"I haven't had much time to speak with you," Bard grinned. "I've been a little busy."
"So I've heard. Congratulations to both of you."
"Thank you. I'd love to hear more about your home and your people. What's the Shire like, Bilbo?"
"You've never been in the area, then?"
"I'm afraid not. I've never been anywhere, before all this."
"Well, then you and Thranduil must come and visit, and you may stay as long as you like! You'll love my home!" For quite a while, Bilbo and Gandalf entertained Bard, with stories of the Shire, with its green, lush hills and beautiful sunrises. Thranduil asked Bilbo several questions about the Old Forest, and Bilbo spoke fondly of the Green Dragon Inn, and the fireworks Gandalf used to set off at the Old Took's birthday parties, when he was a boy. Gandalf chimed in with a charming story of a young Bilbo who tried to "slay him" with his little toy sword until his mother, Belladonna Took came to the Wizard's rescue.
"I'd love to see a land like that. Peace and quiet, hearth and home… Sounds lovely. Tilda would love all the tunnels and the round doors," Bard told him. "I can't say when we'd make the trip, though; we've got to get Dale off and running. But just to know there are places in Middle Earth that are as wonderful as your Shire, gives me hope that maybe it's possible to make a home like that for my own people."
At last, they reached the bridge and the party stopped for a moment or two. Thranduil beamed with pride as Bard gaped in wonder at the tallest set doors he had ever seen. Since a young lad, his father had told him stories about this ancient place, but he hadn't considered them to be more than folk tales.
"This is," he swallowed, "this is amazing!"
"I am glad you like what you see so far."
A horn blew, and the doors of the Halls of the Woodland Realm opened to receive them. They were immense and heavy, but the Elves moved them as if they were light as a feather. These halls were underground as was Erebor, but inside they couldn't be more different! Both were hewn of stone, but Erebor's design had sharp, angular patterns. Thranduil's home was all soft, flowing vines that celebrated nature. It was huge, and looked complicated to navigate, with its many walkways and levels. The bright, new wood of the railings were almost ready, to accommodate their winter guests.
As they dismounted, their horses were led away, and several official-looking Elves approached to greet them. They saluted their King, then to Bard, offering him welcome.
"I thank you. It's beautiful, here." He bowed low to them.
Lady Emëldir, Head of Thranduil's Council suggested a short tour, but the Elvenking said, "Perhaps tomorrow. We have had a long ride, and we are weary. Bard and I have much to discuss." He turned to Galion. "Please see to our things, and arrange for some food to be sent to my chambers; we will dine privately, and we are not to be disturbed until tomorrow."
Galion nodded. "Yes, My Lord; I shall take care of it personally." The Steward turned to another Elf. "Please place Mithrandir and Master Bilbo's things in the apartment next to mine, and get them settled." To Lady Emëldir he suggested, "Mithrandir and Master Bilbo might enjoy the tour that you so kindly suggest."
Gandalf distracted the Council's attention away from the Kings by offering to help them show Bilbo around. He quickly led the Council members away from the newly married couple, explaining that Bilbo, had only seen some of the Palace but would love to know more, as he too, preferred living underground.
Thranduil and Bard headed straight for the Royal Wing. Bard's stomach had fluttered in anticipation for this entire trip. and by the way the Elvenking was gripping his elbow, Thranduil felt exactly the same way.
At last, at the end of the long hall and to the right, they reached the doors of Thranduil's chambers. With a nod to his guards, he went in, with Bard following behind.
There were four rooms that made up Thranduil's private chambers, but the public rooms were open and adjoined each other. A dining area with a large, rectangular table was off to the left, with comfortable-looking, high-backed chairs, with cushioned seats done in a dark blue. Their design reflected the leaves and vines of the Greenwood, and the door beyond that lead to Thranduil's private balcony.
"Celebrating nature," is what Thranduil said his decorating theme was, and he was right. To the right, was a living area, that had two overstuffed couches, covered in a red and gold silk brocade. Several pillows in coordinating patterns and colors adorned each of the couches and the comfortable-looking chair that sat in the group. A huge fireplace was along the right wall with a large oak mantelpiece and a fire already lit.
To the far left of the fireplace between the living area and the Royal bedchamber up ahead, was a corridor that housed the bathing room, and past that, the door to the necessary. The bathing room resembled the one in their suite at Erebor, with its large, step-down pool, filled with steaming water, ready for them. Thranduil explained to him how they tapped into hot springs under the cave, and was it piped in. Just like in Erebor, there were spigots. The walls of the bath were rough stone, with the same lamps protruding on the walls as in the other rooms. This corridor was accessible from both the living room and the bedchamber.
Thranduil took him back out to the Living Area and showed him the door to the right of the fireplace, leading to the adjoining apartment next door, where the children would be staying.
Then Thranduil took his hand, and brought him to the double doors at the far end of the apartment, and opened them to show him the bedchamber.
It was magnificent. The bed was bigger than the one he brought to Dale, with high, carved posters on each corner, sheer white curtains, tied back. The spread was green, in the same pattern as the red furniture he had just seen, and it was enhanced with a darker green embroidery, contrasted with gold. The walls were a combination of smooth light stone, accented with intricate wooden carvings in the swirling, leafy patterns he had seen on the walls of the dining and living areas. The ceilings were high, and reflected the natural light from outside, somehow. Two other doors were on the right; one opened to a smaller, adjoining room, which was once Legolas's nursery, and now contained easels and other art supplies. The other led to the bathing chamber and the necessary.
"This is all so beautiful, Thranduil! I can't even… Erebor was spectacular, but this is just wonderful."
Thranduil came up behind him, putting his arms around him. "I am glad you like it. It is your home, now, as well as mine." He kissed the side of Bard's neck. "Shall we christen our bed?"
"As soon as possible. But I'm grimy from the road and so are you. I want to wash first in that giant tub," Bard murmured, leaning his head to the side, as Thranduil's lips ghosted over his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Shall we do it together?"
"I'd love to, but I'm afraid I'd lose my resolve, and I really want our first time to be in that bed, like we talked about. I'll go first, then you, if that's all right."
Thranduil kissed his neck again. "I agree. Let me get you a robe." He walked over to a door, to the left of the bed, which opened into a huge closet, and entered.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Do you realize your closet is as big as my house in Laketown?" He snickered.
"I suppose after three thousand years of ruling, one…accumulates things," Thranduil shrugged. "Ah. This is the one I think you should wear; it matches your eyes."
Bard was handed a dark green robe that thankfully on the plain side, with silver and gold leaves embroidered along the lapels. "Here," Thranduil led him to the bathing room. "Let me show you where the soaps and shampoos are." Before too long, Bard sank down in all that glorious hot water, and happily scrubbed the grime away.
When Bard got out of the bath, he reached a soft cotton towels, dried off thoroughly. He donned his robe and opened the door that led to the bedroom but found it empty. He rubbed his hair with the towel strewn around his shoulders, as he wandered into the living area by the fire. Thranduil was pouring wine into two goblets, that were sitting next to a tray of food on the low table between the loungers.
"That looks good."
"Here, Meleth nîn," Thranduil rose. "Help yourself while I bathe. I promise I will be swift."
Bard kissed him and sat down on a couch, and helped himself to the fruit, bread and cheese, and drank some wine. As he ate, he stared into the flames in the fireplace, contemplating all the changes in his life that brought him here to these very rooms. It all felt so right. After so many years of aching loneliness, of just existing to get by, he felt alive again.
He'd only been in this apartment an hour, yet it felt more like home to him than his house in Laketown, after he lost Mattie. With her gone, it had quickly changed to just a place to live, and a roof over their heads as he tried to get by.
Here, in the privacy of this room, while Thranduil was bathing, he raised his cup to Mattie, because after tonight, he will never join her where Eru had taken her. It helped to know that wherever she was, Mattie wanted this for him, and gave her blessing.
After a few moments, his husband joined him, wearing a silky black robe fastened with gold clasps at his neck and along his shoulder. The color contrasted with his hair beautifully, and made it look even whiter. In the warm firelight, there was nothing cold or remote about this King who was reputed to have ice in his heart. Bard's throat contracted with emotion, his heart thrumming against his ribs.
Thranduil sat down next to him, and ran his fingers through Bard's hair. "Sitting here, on our couch, before the fire…you take my breath away. You are here, and you are mine," the Elf framed his face with his smooth hands and looked deeply into Bard's eyes.
"I was telling myself how lucky I am to be blessed with love twice. I never expected any of this. I didn't even expect to live through killing the Dragon. And yet, here we are."
"Here we are, indeed…" Thranduil whispered, moving Bard's hair to the side, kissing his neck. "You are such a gift to me. We are a gift to each other, and Eru and the Valar wish it to be so.
Bard snickered. "I'm sorry."
"What is so funny, Meleth nîn?"
"I was thinking of the look on your Council's faces when you tell them there's a new Consort in their Kingdom."
He felt Thranduil smile against his neck. "They will most likely object at not having a hand in choosing you as Consort for me. If they had an inkling of my intentions toward anyone, the debate would go on for years, making me, you, and everyone else miserable."
Bard turned on the couch toward him, and gave him a sly smile. "It would be terrible to ruin all their fun…"
"To deny my Council a good argument is rather mean," Thranduil smiled and rubbed his nose against Bard's. "I am King, and much of my life belongs to my people, but I will not share this with anyone but you." He got up, holding out his hands for Bard, "Come, Meleth nîn," he whispered, and led him into the bedchamber.
Candles had been lit all around the room, illuminating the walls and the bed in a soft, romantic glow. Thranduil held his face kissed him hard, like they had been aching to do all day. Bard put his hands on Thranduil's waist, slowly moved them down to his hips, and pulled him closer. When they touched, Thranduil let out a low moan, and their kiss deepened, mouths opening to join their tongues in mutual exploration.
Finally, they broke apart, panting, lost in each other's gaze.
"Bard," Thranduil became thoughtful as he brushed a strand of hair from his face, "I must ask you to be absolutely sure this is what you want. Once we do this, everything you have always expected about your life will change, and there will be no going back. You are giving up the Gift of Men, and will never be reunited with your wife or your children." Thranduil continued to stroke his hair, as his grey eyes studied him with love and concern. "I love you very much, but if you need more time, we will find other ways to pleasure each other. I promise, I will not be angry if you want to wait."
This was a reasonable and honorable request, asked out of love for his well-being. Bard stepped back, searched his heart and his mind carefully, and found not a shred of doubt. This was what he wanted; this was right.
He took Thranduil's hands and kissed his knuckles. "I love you for thinking of me like this. I want an eternity with you, Thranduil, and I'm very sure."
Thranduil cupped his cheek and kissed him. "Ci veleth e-guil nîn, Bard. We both are sure, all doubt is gone, and the joy of this night will be magical."
Bard leaned in to kiss him deeply, wrapping his arms around him. Their kiss was hard, wanting, and passionate. "I want you," he rasped.
Thranduil gave him an evil little laugh. "Do you want me to show you the 'Elf thing'"
"Yes, I do. About time, don't you think?"
"Yes, I do."
He kissed Bard again, and moved his hands toward the ties of his robe, sliding it from his shoulders. Bard was working at the fastenings of Thranduil's robes at the same time, and dropped it to the rug. Their kisses became more urgent, and their hands started scrambling faster and faster; until they broke apart, panting.
Bard stepped back in wonder; he had never seen Thranduil completely naked before and it was a sight to behold. Thranduil Oropherion, this tall, lean beauty was his for eternity. He raised his hand and touched the Elf's chest, running his fingers lightly over pectorals that were solid and very smooth, so perfect.
"You are just so beautiful…" Bard loved it, how all of Thranduil's body was smooth, soft and creamy white. Thranduil was an ancient being, yet there he stood before him, looking like he had only just been created and molded for him. It was always a revelation to touch his Elf, but now he was laid bare before him, offering everything to him.
His hands traveled lower, until Thranduil gave a loud gasp, grabbed his wrist and stopped him, with a smile. "You must allow me to have my turn, Meleth nîn."
Thranduil began to touch Bard, ever so lightly, and everywhere. "Oh…"He closed his eyes as his head fell back with a soft moan.
Thranduil whispered. "I love all your dark hair. It is beautiful, yet it makes you look wild and savage... I love your body." Thranduil put his arms around his waist to pull them closer together. "I want to touch you," he said between kisses, "I want to taste you everywhere, Meleth nîn."
Thranduil gently pushed Bard back until he was sitting on the bed, then urged them up until their heads reached the pillows. As their bodies pressed against each other, head to toe, Thranduil whispered to him in his ear, "Nidhinc bestad meneg lû bo i chaust hen."
The feeling of a warm, naked body next to his made him realize how much and how long he'd hungered for it, and Bard was suddenly overcome. The long grey drought was over at last, and Bard wasn't alone anymore. He had a partner to walk through this life, to be with him throughout his days, and his eyes filled at the joy he felt.
"Thank you," he whispered to his Elf. "For wanting me."
"It is I who gives thanks. For when we join, there will be no more void in me. I have you, who will 'see' me, and witness my heart. Gi melin, Bard."
"I love you, too. Always."
Their soft caresses turned into thrilling touches, as they continued exploring the other's body, eliciting soft moans and whispering sweet words.
Bard bit the tip of Thranduil's ear, making his Elf squirm. "I want you so much right now, I could scream…"
"You must trust me, Bard. I will make you scream in ways you cannot imagine." Thranduil grinned in anticipation."
"I don't want anyone to run in here thinking you're trying to murder me," Bard snorted.
"They will not. Silencing spells are good for wartime purposes. However, tonight I find it convenient to use for other reasons, for you will make a lot of noise, I promise you."
Then Thranduil kissed him, and sat up, reaching into the drawer of the side table to get a small glass jar of oil. "You must keep your eyes open, to see how much joy we bring each other." Thranduil was settling himself between Bard's legs, stroking his abdomen and his thighs.
"Have you ever been with a man?" he asked.
"I've only ever been with my wife. But I know how this works, and I want it," he panted softly. He grabbed the back of the Elf's neck and pulled him into a hard, open-mouthed kiss that went on and on, deeper and deeper, Thranduil giving as good as he got.
Finally, they broke apart, "I want you too, Bard. I want all of you, I want to make you mine."
"Then make me yours. Do it. I need you to, please." Bard begged.
Thranduil looked into Bard's eyes. "Yes, I will have you. And you will have me. Nidhinc bestad meneg lû bo i chaust hen, Meleth nîn."
"I love you. Take me, love; make me yours for all time."
Thranduil smiled and kissed his temple. "I dhû hen and, Meleth nîn."
After kissing Bard again, Thranduil then sat up, kneeling between Bard's legs. He uncorked the jar of oil, and the faint smell of lavender and pine filled Bard's nostrils. The Elf put some oil on his fingers, then began his ministrations, sending thrilling pulses to every part of him. What could be better?
Bard was about to find out...
"AAH!" His hips jerked upwards, and he let out another cry. Thranduil had found something that sent jolts of fire through him, and he babbled and writhed with surprise and pleasure. Thranduil smiled, as he rubbed and tapped that mysterious place, making him senseless with delight.
"Open your eyes, Meleth nîn. Let me see how you like it." Thranduil's light eyes were nearly black with desire, and is lips were parted, as he watched Bard writhe from pleasure.
"So," Bard panted heavily, "Is this the magical, wonderful thing only Elves can do?"
Thranduil's laugh was low and husky, "Oh, no, Meleth nîn. Every male has this in him."
"I had… no… idea…" Bard managed to say, before he moaned again. "I thought this was…"
"Believe me, I have only just begun. You will not be disappointed, I promise you."
"If there is more, I'm not sure I'll survive it, love." Bard panted. "Oh, this is so good... So good..."
Thranduil kissed him with fervor, then looked deep into his eyes. "I want you, Bard. Never have I wanted anything more."
This was it. The moment that would change everything, and it was so right, it made Bard want to weep. He wanted Thranduil, and everything that came with it. He huffed out a breath and swallowed hard, as his heart filled to bursting.
Thranduil moaned, sending beautiful baritone shivers down his spine, as he slowly, lovingly, entered him. "Are you all right, Bard?"
"Give me a second or two more. I love you so much. Oh, Thranduil, this is so good." He pulled Thranduil's head down for another, deep kiss, then smirked up at him, "When do I see the 'Elf thing?'" He grinned.
An amused chuckle erupted from his Elf. "Keep your eyes open, look at me, and you will understand." He kissed Bard again.
Thranduil moved slowly, as both of them moaned, and they savored every sensation, but when their desire became more urgent, the Bowman wrapped his legs around his lover and pulled him in, faster and faster. Bard was soon babbling, completely overwhelmed. These new marvels pulsed through every part of him.
More.
He had to have more…
And then, it happened.
As lightning started to shoot down his spine, a sensation in his chest began, full of warmth, pleasure and… bright light. Despite being almost incoherent, lost in everything Thranduil was doing with him, he managed to open his eyes and look up. Thranduil was illuminated by a bright, shining, ethereal glow and if he thought the Elf was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how he was now! This light moved from Thranduil, to the space between them, then on Bard, and then entered him, until they were both enveloped in this magical radiance. His eyes closed involuntarily, trying to cope with it all…
"Open your eyes, Bard! You must open your eyes, please!" Thranduil cried urgently. "I must see you!"
He did. They were completely surrounded in white light.
Something was happening…
Bard gaze reached into the stormy-grey depths of Thranduil's eyes…
And saw him.
He saw Thranduil's soul. He saw his heart. He saw everything about him, and all the love that had always been inside him, and his hopes his fears, his dreams, everything! Everything!
It was there for the taking: all that Thranduil had ever been, would ever be, was offered up to Bard! This spirit, this soul, somehow reached out for him, asking to be his, and Bard looked straight into the depths of those beautiful eyes and said yes, as he offered his own heart to this Elf. I want you, Thranduil… You are so beautiful, and I want to be with you, I love you. Here I am, here is all of me, and I want it to be yours, I want to completely be yours… Yes, please… I want to be with you… I love you. I love you so so much…
When the spirits in each of them met and joined, as well as their bodies, Bard reached his ultimate peak of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, and bright stars filled his vision, as lightning shot all through him, again and again. His entire existence right now was lost in a sea of blue-grey, and he wanted to stay for all eternity…
At last, he felt his pleasure beginning to wane and he managed to take a few deep breaths. Bard barely had time to collect himself, before something else began to happen…
It was impossible, miraculous, but…
Eyes still locked together, Bard felt the buildup all over again, and he gasped.
It was Thranduil.
The waves of rapture that surged through Thranduil's body crashed over Bard as well, and he hung on desperately, not wanting to miss a second of it.
Oh Valar…
It was Thranduil's turn to be overcome, and he took Bard with him. Fingers dug deeply into each other's flesh, as they cried out, unable to form words in their mind or even think. They were completely lost, yet at the same time, they were found.
They had found home, for themselves and each other, and nothing would ever be the same again.
At last, things began to wind down, and they held each other, as they tried to slow their breathing. They were both soaked with sweat, faces soaked with tears, overwhelmed and sated.
The Bard he had been was gone, forever.
Everything was different now.
Finally, when Bard regained the ability to speak, he turned his head to Thranduil and smiled. "So..."
"Yes?" A slow smile crept across Thranduil's face.
"So, that was the 'Elf thing,' huh?" His voice was rough.
A deep, wicked laugh came his husband. "And was it to your satisfaction?"
"Meh," Bard shrugged, "I suppose I could take it or leave it."
Thranduil jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow, then threw back his head and laughed. Soon they were both laughing with complete joy.
After a while, Thranduil moved to lay on his side, and traced his finger along his jaw. "How do you feel, Bard? Please tell me."
Bard turned to face him. "I feel… different inside. There's a fullness that didn't exist before. I still can't believe it happened…" he took Thranduil's hand and kissed its palm. "That light… I saw you, Thranduil!" he swallowed. "We felt things in each other, didn't we? Did that really happen?"
"Yes, Meleth nîn." Thranduil removed his hand from Bard's and stroked his cheek. "I am so glad you wanted this with me."
"I am, too. Will it always be like that?"
"Will we feel each other's pleasure? Yes, that is part of the gift of joining." He smiled at Bard. "The joy and light of our first time, happens only once, I am afraid. That is why an Elven marriage is so intense and special. That is why you needed to be sure. It would not have happened, if you had any doubts."
"I see that now. You were right not to tell me ahead of time; I loved finding out this way. There aren't words to describe it; when I saw you, all of you, I wanted it like nothing else. Is that what it was like for you?"
"Yes, Meleth nîn. You have made me whole, in the best of ways."
"So this 'fullness' won't go away?"
"No," Thranduil put his hand over Bard's heart, who grasped it. "Our fëas are one, now, Meleth nîn. We are complete."
ELVEN TRANSLATIONS:
Ci veleth e-guil nîn, Bard – You are the love of my life, Bard
Gi Melin, Bard – I love you, Bard
Nidhinc bestad meneg lû bo i chaust hen, Meleth nîn. – You and I will wed a thousand times in this bed, My Love.
Savo 'lass a lalaith, Iellig – I wish you joy and laughter, my daughter