Title: The Blind Date
Chapter: 25/25
Summary: Elrond and Bilbo decide to set up their two respective best friends on a date. After all revenge was in order. AU- set in modern times.
Genre: Humour, drama, romance.
Warnings: slash, references to m-preg and non-con. Some OOC simply because this is an AU, which means Thranduil and Thorin do not hate each other or have any history prior to their blind date.
I will have it before Christmas I said. Oh look it's almost freaking Easter! Well, better late then never
Chapter 25
"Thranduil, if I fall, I'm going to take you down with me," Thorin hissed, as he clung onto his lover tightly. They were high up in the trees of Greenwood and Thranduil was only climbing higher and higher expertly moving from one branch to another.
"Considering I am the one carrying you," Thranduil grunted, "You should be more concerned about me falling, melamin."
"Please don't drop me," Thorin said as Thranduil pulled them above the top branches of the trees.
"Here we are," Thranduil sat him self on the highest branch pulling the dwarf beside him carefully. He didn't miss the look of fright in the dwarf's eyes- he was clearly out of his element. "Are you okay?"
"Nope," Thorin squeaked, closing his eyes tightly. "Is this really necessary?"
"Open your eyes," Thranduil said softly. Thorin obeyed opening one eye; his breath was caught in his throat. The moon was full and so immensely large, the sky was a clear dark blue showered with flickering white diamonds. But it wasn't the most beautiful thing that he viewed up above all of Greenwood; it was his blonde haired beauty. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Thorin nodded, appreciating the view before him. He slid his fingers between his coat's pocket and felt the small velvet box in his hand. He planned to take his elf to their café but sitting here above the Prince's home surrounded by the fluttering light of the moon and stars felt like a more magical moment. He took a deep breath and pulled the box into his hands.
"What's that?" Thranduil asked, eying the box curiously. He looked up at Thorin, smiling slightly at the dwarf's nervous expression. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, um yeah," Thorin fumbled as he tried to open the box. The dwarf let out a startled yell when the box tumbled from his hand. "No! No!"
Thranduil moved quickly catching the box before it fell down to the ground below. Pulling himself back up he smiled victoriously at the dwarf as he held the box in his left hand.
"Oh thank Mahal!" Thorin said, relieved as he rested a hand on his chest. "Good save, love. Now open it."
"What is-" Thranduil froze as he looked inside the little velvet box at the shining ring inside. "Th-Thorin?"
"Marry me?" Thorin asked, his voice low and hopeful. He looked at the elf, hopefully. Thranduil's eyes met the dwarf, glistening brightly against the light of the moon and the arkenstone. "Thranduil?"
"Yes," Thranduil whispered nodding his head vigorously.
"Yes?" Thorin said in disbelief.
"Yes!" Thranduil nodded, Thorin grabbed a hold of Thranduil's hand with one hand and the ring with another. Thranduil's hand shook slightly as Thorin slid the ring onto the nimble finger. "Oh Thorin, I would love to marry you!"
"It's a perfect fit," Thorin leaned over kissing the elf affectionately on his soft lips.
"It's a beautiful ring," Thranduil whispered, "But it is not a diamond- it's glow… it is different - I love you, Thorin Oakenshield."
"I love you more," Thorin replied kissing the elf once more. They stayed up in the trees until finally the sun rose and a half hour later they were surrounded by many blue butterflies.
"Ion-nin," Oropher smiled as his son approached him followed closely by his three boys and Frerin. The King smiled at his grandson and the two dwarflings with him. The king sat by the small pond watching the fish swimming peacefully in the small garden that was now apart of Thorin and Thranduil's rooms. "and who might these two little gentlemen be?"
"Ada, meet Fíli and Kíli," Thranduil smiled, sitting by his father. "Thorin's nephews- or sons now. They're my boys too now. And this is Frerin, Thorin's brother."
Frerin and Fíli bowed while Kíli stared at the king with a curious expression.
"None of that now," Oropher chuckled, "We are family now after all."
"You can call him Ata'da too!" Legolas said brightly as he pulled himself up between his father and grandfather. Fíli sat shyly next to the King who patted the dwarfling affectionately on the shoulder. Thranduil felt relieved at how easily the two families moulded into one.
"You don't look that old," Kíli finally said, Frerin looked at his nephew with wide eyes trying to shush him with a single facial expression. "Elladan said you and King Gila-lizard were older then the moon-"
"-Kíli!" Frerin hissed, though he was trying his hardest to hold his laughter in.
"Gila-lizard?" Oropher repeated with a chuckle, as Thranduil snorted. "May I ask, who told you his name was Gila-lizard?"
"Elladan," Kíli replied, pulling himself onto the King's lap. Oropher smiled affectionately at the dwarfling, "Though Elladan is a moron- Sail-away said so."
"He means Saelbeth," Legolas said, giggling. "Saelbeth calls him 'Elladamn!'"
"Of course he does," Thranduil chuckled. "I believe Master Elladan has met his match!"
"Ada, can we go on a picnic again?" Kíli asked turning to his elven father. Thranduil smiled at the child and nodded. "And Grandpa can come too?"
"That sounds like a marvellous idea, Kíli," Oropher nodded, "And we can have more Nutella sandwiches- I'm over 10000 years old and I cannot believe I've only tried Nutella now… Why don't you boys head off and play in the trees?"
"Last one up is a rotten egg!" Kíli screeched as he jumped off Oropher's lap and dashed forward followed by the two other children, who quickly overtook him. "Hey! Slow down!"
"Ada, did I tell you that Frerin here shot dead that scumbag shifter?" Thranduil said, smiling proudly at his future brother-in-law. "With a bow and arrow, according to Ecthelion who was rather impressed by his skills."
"Aww, it was nothing," Frerin blushed. "That thing deserved it."
"And there is the understatement of the century," Oropher said, frowning slightly. "That thing caused so much damage in such a short time frame. What it did to Silinde all those months… What it did to Dínendal…"
"I saw what it wanted to do to Blackhead," Frerin frowned. "What kind of being would hurt anyone in such a way?"
"Not even the orcs were that cruel," Thranduil shuddered. "Azog was cruel but he was well… controllable – I don't think that thing had any sense of morality or pity or anything. It was like it fed off others' pain."
"I think it did, ion-nin," Oropher frowned, as Thorin stalked through the doors looked sullen. "And least it is dead now."
"It isn't," Thorin grumbled quietly looking at the boys as they played merrily. His brother, lover and future father-in-law stared at him mouths agape. "Nori, Glorfindel and a few other elves went to retrieve its body from the mines- it wasn't there. The arrow was, however. Nori checked the security cameras- it walked out of the mines on it's own accord. It's still alive."
"Silinde," Thranduil smiled at the tense elf as he quickly sat before him, his father and fiancé following, "We need to talk to you, meldir."
Silinde swallowed as he stood before them trying to control his nerves.
"I might go then," Bofur said, as Silinde sat down, unable to keep his knees from wobbling under him any longer. The elf shook his head, "I'll come back later-"
"-Don't go," Silinde whispered, "Please, I need you here."
Bofur looked at Thorin and then the King for approval, he let out a sigh of relief when they both nodded. There was no need for the dwarf to leave.
"It's about the shifter," Thranduil finally said after an uncomfortable silence that lasted too long. Silinde tensed even more as he looked up at the prince hesitantly. "It's… I don't know how to tell you this… It's still…"
"It's still alive," Thorin said, gently. Silinde suddenly felt flushed as he gasped for air. "Some of our people went to get rid of the body- it wasn't there. The thing is still alive- the security cameras at the mines recorded him leaving the property."
"No," Silinde wheezed, shaking like a leaf. Bofur gripped his hand tightly. "I- it cannot be alive- please. I- what if it comes back-"
"We wont let it near you," Oropher vowed, "I will have some of our guards watching out for you like a hawk- it will get no where near you or Saelbeth!"
"Ada… it knows of the passages," Thranduil said, "It could sneak in- we have to block the entrance from the caves!"
"We will have closed as soon as possible," Oropher said.
"I'll get my men to work on it," Thorin said. "We can get those caves closed quickly and put a dwarven door up- Balin knows the magic used to fix one up."
"Dwarven doors only open through a password," Bofur said, turning to the shaking elf. "You'll be safe here."
"No- no! I wont be – it can steal memories- it will learn the password- it can change into anything it wants, what's to stop it from changing into a fly on the wall!?" Silinde screeched, "It'll find me here! I cannot stay here! He could be here this very moment!"
"Silinde calm down, meldir," Oropher said, his heart feeling heavy at the sight of his once proud advisor breaking before him.
"It will take me again," Silinde whispered, "I cant - I can not do it! I cant!"
"You wont have to," Thorin said, his voice rising slightly. "We wont let it near you!"
"You wont be able to stop it," Silinde wept, "Its so strong. It'll come back for me- for it- it knows!"
"Knows what?" Bofur asked as Silinde broke down in his arms. He looked up at Thranduil and Oropher for answers.
"Silinde, did- did you drink a potion made by Saruman?" Thranduil asked quietly kneeling before the elf. He hesitated as he placed a hand of the elf's shoulder.
"No- no-no! I didn't! I am not with child!" Silinde gasped covering his mouth. "I cant be- please don't hate me- I – couldn't- so strong- I failed! I failed. I gave up- I let him! I failed my son and- and failed you, m-my Prince. Don't hate me- please! I'm sorry. I-I-"
"Shhhh!" Thranduil whispered as he pulled the hysteric elf into his arms and held him tightly. "None of this was your fault! You did nothing to be ashamed of- that creature is the only one to blame! You have not failed anyone!"
"Yes- yes I have!" Silinde pushed the prince away as hot tears streamed down the anguished face. "I-I'm a coward- I let it take me over and over and over again. I didn't t-try to stop it- not even once! I am nothing more then a whore for that creature- and now- now I could be carrying a monster- n-n-no wonder the K-King wants to send me away!"
Oropher shook his head as he bit his lips; he stood up struggling to keep himself from exploding. Whether it was in anger or sorrow he wasn't sure. "I am not sending you away, not at all- I want you to heal, to be back to your old charming self, pen-neth! I am not ashamed of you, or disgusted by you! That thing, on the other hand…"
"No one is, Silinde," Thranduil whispered, "You are not a coward, because if you are a coward then I too am one."
Thorin and Oropher looked at the prince with wide eyes.
"I was more then willing to lay down for that brutal orc to protect my son and the children placed under my care these last two weeks," Thranduil whispered as he pulled the elf back into his arms again. "I was willing to sacrifice my freedom for my son. You are no coward. You sacrificed yourself for our people, for your son and our King. You are brave and you are a hero and you are nothing less!"
"What if the- the child is like him?" Silinde whispered, "If I am carrying his child… it may be evil. It may be just like it!"
"It wont be," Oropher said, "It will be like you- we will nurture and love the child."
"But it will be half evil," Silinde whispered.
"No, meldir, he will be an innocent child," Thranduil replied, "If you are carrying your child then you will raise him well, like you have Saelbeth. You will have the support of myself, ada, Thorin and Bofur here. The child will be loved and will be good."
"And i-if the shifter returns," Silinde whimpered, shivering.
"Then we will kill it," Oropher said, "I wont let it near you again. We will protect you, meldir."
"I can't read."
The statement was whispered, shamefully. Lindir smiled at the downtrodden elf as he sat beside him.
"I never… Didn't go to school," Lothvaen murmured.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Lindir smiled, "You can learn, I will teach you."
Lothvaen shook his head, "I wont be able to. I'm not smart-"
"-Says who?" Glorfindel asked, startling both father and son. Lindir smiled at the blond elf and his cousin who seemed somewhat tense. "You have smart genes galore! Your father is the best minstrel in all of Middle Earth and your uncle is the most feared Advisor in all of elven history and a lawyer with an undefeated win streak! And your mother- she had a brilliant mind- she was a scientist! Believe me, you'll learn to read and write in no time! You shouldn't doubt yourself, Lothy!"
"Lothy?" Erestor repeated, though he smiled at his partner.
"Who's bothered saying Lothvaen every time?" Glorfindel shrugged.
"You could call me Fig," Lothvaen suggested, "Or just Loth… Lothy sounds, well… stupid."
"I agree," Erestor said, quickly. "That would be like calling you Glorfy."
Lindir snorted, "Or you Resty."
"Don not call me that again," Erestor said blankly. Glorfindel chortled as he sat beside his newly found nephew and pulled Erestor on his lap. Erestor smacked him warningly and held his nephew's hand in his own as Lindir began to braid the damp hair. "How are you feeling, Loth?"
"I- I don't know," Lothvaen murmured, "I feel confused… part of me feels sad but then I also feel like he was spared a whole world of pain and struggle. No one was going to accept him- he was half orc. He would have spent his entire life dealing with hatred."
"He would have been loved by those who mattered to him, ion-nin," Lindir smiled, sadly. "We would have loved him."
"He would have been welcomed in Imladris,"
"My Lord," Glorfindel smiled, dipping his head slightly to Ereinion.
"You are Lindir's son," Ereinion said to the youngest elf in the room, deciding to ignore the balrog slayer's formality. "That makes you a part of my family – Erestor and Lindir are my boys and that makes you my boy too."
"Please, Lindir has been more then just your 'boy' for the last century," Erestor smirked. Lindir started chuckling as Lothvaen stared at King oddly. Seeing Ereinion with the cousins was nothing new for the young elf but he still did not know the relationship shared between the three. "Ah, Lothvaen… Lindir and Ereinion have been together for a few decades now. They are a couple."
"We're betrothed," Lindir said, "We're to be wed in the Summer."
"Oh," Lothvaen nodded, he looked up at his father thoughtfully, asking, "So, um, would that make you a queen?"
Glorfindel, Erestor and Ereinion roared with laughter as Lindir smiled brightly at his son.
"No, ion-nin," Lindir laughed, "Not a queen, that would be Glorfindel when he dresses up as an elleth!"
Glorfindel reddened in the face as Ereinion snorted and Erestor fell of the couch struggling to breath.
"I thought it was a man's robe!" Glorfindel blushed. "Give me a break."
"Are we going to stay here tonight ada?" Legolas asked as he watched his father and Thorin fill several boxes with various things. It was the first time they had returned to their home since they left Greenwood two weeks ago.
"No," Thranduil said, "We're selling the house, Legolas. We're packing all our belongings and moving in with Thorin and the boys."
"But, ada Thorin's room is small," Legolas said, inquisitively. "Will all of your clothes fit?"
"Yes," Thranduil said bluntly as Thorin chuckled.
"What about all of Leggy's toys?" Kíli asked. "And the TV! You can't leave the TV here. The TV has to come too!"
"Uncle Thorin, our place is small- shouldn't we move in here?" Fíli asked, he decided the two adults were rather silly...
"This place will get more money on the market," Oropher explained as he looked inside his son's wardrobe, "Thranduil you have more clothes then your mother and Galadriel combined. And do you really need so many shoes?"
"Call them an investment," Thranduil called out as he folded another robe. Frerin sealed another box and taped it up. "How many boxes is that now?"
"Fourteen, and they're all from your room alone," Frerin laughed, "You're as bad as Dís was- I lost count after she bought her 179th pair of shoes and the matching bags! And that was before she even married Náli."
"What happened to dad and mum's stuff?" Fíli asked quietly. Thorin smiled at his nephew as Oropher ruffled the boy's hair for the hundredth time that day- he loved the feel of the blonde's mane.
"We put everything in storage," Thorin explained, "We couldn't bring ourselves to throw anything away."
"We should give their clothes away to the poor," Fíli said, softly. "I think that's what mum and dad would have wanted."
"I think that's a brilliant idea," Frerin nodded, with a bittersweet smile. Several years earlier when he and Thorin packed away their sister's belongings to sell their home, they couldn't part with anything that belonged to their sister but it was time they both let go. "She'd be very proud of you right now. Maybe next week, after we finish packing away all of this stuff we could go and check everything out."
"And perhaps you could give away some of Thranduil's belongings too," Oropher suggested.
"Hey! I need my things!"
"Why do you need three pairs of brown shoes that look identical?!" Thorin laughed.
"What!? They are not identical, the beige and chestnut brown are both Prada and the other is Alexander McQueen!"
"They all look excrements to me," Oropher grunted. Thorin and Frerin bellowed with merriment as Thranduil glared at his father.
"No one appreciates good fashion," Thranduil pouted. He smiled slightly realising the wardrobe was almost empty. "Come on, I'm almost done."
"Why don't Frerin and I go and pack the kitchen things," Oropher suggested, still chuckling. "You and Thorin can deal with Legolas' room. Knowing Thranduil, the boy probably as ten white shirts all of a different brand."
"What can we do?" Legolas asked.
"Well, you boys could either help your father and I," Thorin suggested, "Or you could help Uncle Frerin and Grandpa."
"Uncle Frerin!" The three boys cheered and followed their uncle to the kitchen. Oropher followed, snorting at his son, who looked scandalized.
"We've been replaced," Thorin huffed.
"Oh well," Thranduil smiled, "More alone time for us."
"Sexy time?"
"Well, most certainly," Thranduil grinned, as Thorin pulled him down into a kiss, "My father is in the other room- and the boys! And your brother! Not now!"
"Yes now!"
"Thorin! Oooooh!"
Five days past the King of Imladris and Lindir's wedding; the couple was honeymooning while Lothvaen remained with his uncles, unaware that the balrog slayer was torturing him self. Glorfindel lay in his bed, whimpering painfully as his insides twisted and turned.
"Just hold me," Glorfindel moaned, his voice full of pain. Erestor held back his tears as he lay beside his lover holding him tightly. Glorfindel whimpered as he grasped the elf's clothing tightly. "It'll be worth it, melamin. I will endure this pain for you."
"I would not ask it of you," Erestor whispered. He ran his fingers through the blonde mane, planting loving kisses on the elf's head. "You are so brave melamin. I love you so much."
"Love you, too," Glorfindel sighed. "We'll make a beautiful baby, with your beautiful dark eyes… your silky black hair, those amazing lips and your brain."
"I hope she looks more like you," Erestor whispered, "Those golden locks and those cerulean eyes. You are more beautiful then words could ever describe, melamin."
"I am blessed to have you in my life, Tor," Glorfindel whispered, closing his eyes to hide the pain. "I cannot wait to give you your child."
"Our child," Erestor corrected, "She will be our child."
"Should we sell all their furniture," Frerin asked, thoughtfully as he, Thorin, Oropher and Thranduil stood at the garage where Thorin and Frerin had stored all of their sister's and brother-in-law's belongings all those years ago. "Or should I keep them for my own place."
"Why would you need them for your own place?" Thranduil asked, "You're staying with us aren't you?"
"Yeah, for now," Frerin said, "But once I find a place I'm moving out- you haven't seen me and Thorin under the same roof for too long- we'll kill each other."
"Nonsense," Oropher chuckled, "You're brothers!"
"You're an only child too, aren't you," Frerin smirked.
"Yes, but I don't see why that matters," Oropher said, confused.
"Frerin's right," Thorin said, "We're complete opposites. He's a slob and is lazy-"
"And Thorin's an uptight jerk," Frerin grinned. The two elves eyed each other.
"Well, instead of you finding a place, why don't you just wait until we find a bigger place?" Thranduil asked. "You could just remain in the apartment; it's already furnished."
"That's a good idea," Thorin nodded, "And it's a great little place."
"I suppose I could buy it off-"
"Nonsense!" the two elves said at once. Frerin couldn't help himself, he laughed lightly.
"Buy it off me, he says," Thorin repeated grumpily, "I'm not selling anything to you- it's yours and whatever we don't take is yours as well."
"Does that include your action figures?"
"No," Thorin growled.
"Action figures?" Thranduil asked.
"Oh, look a photo album," Thorin quickly changed the subject as he pulled an album into his hands. "Oh look baby photos of Fíli!"
"Hey that's me," Frerin grinned. It was an image of Frerin holding an infant Fíli while Thorin stood behind his brother looking at the baby curiously. "Nice mullet, Thor!"
"Oh my," Thranduil started giggling, "A mullet? Really? Really?"
"It was the early nineties,"
"Fíli was born after 2000!" Frerin laughed.
"Shut up!" Thorin grunted, "Hey look- his first steps."
"Is that Dís?" Thranduil asked, a beautiful she-dwarf held little Fíli's hand as he tried to make his way to another dwarf, who look strikingly like Fíli.
"Yeah," Frerin smiled, sadly. "She was so proud of him that day."
"She's beautiful," Thranduil smiled. "And is that his father?"
"Yeap, that's Náli," Frerin answered, "Fíli looks just like him."
"He does," Thranduil nodded, "And he looks quite similar to you too, whereas Kíli looks more like his mother- he certainly has her eyes."
"He has her stubbornness too," Thorin smirked.
"Please, the two of you were peas in a pod," Frerin laughed. "The two of them refused to wear clothes- use to drive mum crazy! Running around the house naked as the day they were born."
"You did that too!" Thorin went bright red as Thranduil and Oropher burst out laughing.
"Only because you ran off with my clothes," Frerin grinned. "I was trying to get my clothes back!"
"Pain in the neck," Thorin grunted, before he pulled his smaller brother into a tight headlock, ruffling his hair. "Ha! I remember now, you were crying!"
"Shut up."
Several hours later they had taken all of the boxes filled with their younger sister's belongings home; Fíli and Kíli spent hours pouring through the boxes; looking through the albums of their mother and father, looking at old nick-knacks and heirlooms that were locked away for so long. Soon, the boxes were packed away; their parents' old clothing was boxed away for donations except for a few items of clothing and jewels that the two sets of dwarf brothers wanted to keep. The three young children fell asleep still looking through the photo albums and eventually were carried to their beds.
"It's perfect," Thranduil murmured quietly. He and Thorin walked to the car after viewing their dream home. It was a double storey home; it had a large double garage, a huge kitchen connected to a dining room, a living room the led to back garden and Grecian-shaped pool, a small bathroom that was right beside two small rooms- one that was a good size for a study and the other as a playroom or a spare bedroom. Up the stairs was a second bathroom, and five rooms; one of the rooms was larger then the others, doubled in size and had its own private bathroom- with a spa, which was Thorin's favourite part of the house… The walls and the ceiling were all painted white, and the floor was covered in dark brown wooden floorboards.
"It is," Thorin nodded, "Let's get it!"
"Don't be hasty," Thranduil said, gently. He moved away from the curb and began to drive in the direction of the school. "We need to learn a little more about the house before commit to buying the house."
"But it has a spa! In the bedroom!" Thorin grumbled. "Do you know what we can do in there?!"
"Have baths? Come on," Thranduil snorted, "We have to go and pick up the boys."
"You reckon they'll like the place?" Thorin wondered.
"It has a pool, and they'll have their own rooms," Thranduil shrugged. "What's not to love?"
"Fíli and Kíli have always shared a room," Thorin said, thoughtfully. "I don't know if they'd like the idea of being separated."
"Well, lets make sure their rooms are the ones at the end of the hall," Thranduil said, "At least they'll be right next to one another."
"So what about the last two rooms?" Thorin said, "The two downstairs and the one upstairs- one will be a study but what will we do with the last two rooms?"
"Playroom and a spare bedroom for now," Thranduil said, turning a corner. "And maybe down the track, a nursery?"
"I like that idea," Thorin nodded, smiling at his blond love. "We should practise tonight, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I'll go to Toys R Us and get one of those Baby Born dolls and diapers," Thranduil smirked, parking the car. "You will be doing all the changing after all."
"That's not what I meant!" Thorin laughed. "It's close to the school as well, and not to far from Glóin's house, or Elrond's and Erestor's."
"Hmm, the boys could walk if they wanted to," Thranduil nodded, as he spotted one of his boys in the playground. "Well, there's Fíli…"
"And Legolas with Pippin and Arwen of course," Thorin nodded, "Now where's Kíli?"
"Running away from Rumil," Thranduil pointed past a tree where the little dwarfling was speeding past his follow students followed closely by Rumil. "Well, Legolas has spotted us."
"And Fíli," Thorin smiled as the two boys ran over. They could hear Fíli yell at his brother and soon Kíli was running over to the car. The three boys scrambled in, laughing and carrying on like a bunch of monkeys. "How was school?"
"I fell over uncle Thorin," Kíli said, "I grazed my knee!"
"I have too much homework," Fíli whined.
"I cut my hair," Legolas added.
"What!?" Thranduil screeched looking over his shoulder in panic, "You did what?!"
"See," Legolas raised a piece of paper where he had drawn a picture of himself with shorter hair. "I like my hair short, ada, I wanna cut it."
"Valar, I thought he had truly cut his hair," Thranduil said, faintly.
"Calm down, all kids cut their hair," Thorin chuckled, "Fíli cut himself a bald patch once- it was when Dís was in hospital with Kíli when he was baby. Dís wasn't impressed with myself, Frerin and Náli that week."
"Can I cut my hair ada?" Legolas asked. "I want it short like Faramir's!"
"No!" Thranduil said. Legolas smiled at Fíli knowingly as he mouthed 'I told you', "Are your belts on?"
"Yes!"
"Lets go then,"
"I take it Faramir's enjoying his new school?" Thorin asked, they saw the two brothers often now. With their father imprisoned, they moved in with Elrond and Ecthelion at Aragorn's insistence. Aragorn had moved back home to Minas Tirith; the two brothers would join him once they finished school.
"He has a girlfriend," Fíli said.
"What? He only started last week!" Thranduil laughed, "He moves quickly!"
"No, Eowyn made him be her boyfriend," Fíli replied.
"How did she do that?" Thorin chuckled
"After she pushed Derek into the bin for pushing Faramir around she told everyone that he was her boyfriend," Fíli said, "No one wanted to argue with her. Eowyn is scary."
"Lucky Faramir," Thorin chortled.
"He is lucky," Legolas nodded, in agreement, "No one will be mean to him cause no one wants to make Eowyn angry – the principal is her uncle."
"And he thinks she is a saint!" Fíli informed, "But it's okay, because she likes us!"
"We like her too," Legolas confirmed.
"One month, meldir," Erestor grinned.
"Time has gone so quickly," Elrond stated, "Are you prepared?"
"Everything is organised," Thranduil smiled, his face felt a little flushed. "One month to go. I'll be married before I know it. Everything's going to be perfect. I have my robes- mind you I've had them before I was engaged..."
"How?" Elrond said, confused.
"Ah, I bought these robes when I was in Greenwood, last year," Thranduil answered, "I fell in love with them last year when I chose robes and tuxedos for the sham wedding. I knew exactly where I was going to wear them."
"Aye, only you would be this prepared," Elrond laughed, "What about the house? How is it going?"
"Well, we've finished the paint job, and moved in all the furniture in," Thranduil said, "The dining room, kitchen and bathrooms are all done as well. It's just the bedrooms to go- we've ordered the furniture for the boys room and our own. It should all be finished before we get back from the honeymoon."
"And the boys are staying with Frerin for that time?" Erestor asked.
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, "Though you are more then welcome to help him out- I think he's rather fond of Blackhead and Goldilocks."
His two best friends started laughing at the nickname Frerin had given the two balrog slayers.
"How is Lothvaen going in Imladris?" Thranduil asked.
"Wonderfully," Erestor smiled, "He's picking up Sindarin easily, and his writing and reading in the common tongue is coming along well. Lindir says he's now able to read the Very Hungry Caterpillar all on his own! And he can rewrite it without looking at the book."
"I guess that was a good choice in a book then," Elrond nodded, approvingly.
"I still think you should have gotten a Mem Fox book," Thranduil said, "Or at least a Dr Suess book."
"Ereinion bought him those books as well," Erestor said, "He's going well; he's reading Cat in the Hat alone."
"And how is he dealing with his loss?" Thranduil asked.
"He is managing," Erestor said, with a slight frown "He no longer tears up when we talk about Lurtz. We've noticed he has become close with Ereinion- especially after Ereinion stated that Lurtz would have been welcome in Imladris. He is a good influence on Lothvaen, much like he was for Lindir and myself. Ah, he actually beat Ereinion in a game of chess but Gila Lizard denies it!"
"That's good to hear," Thranduil smirked, "Legolas keeps asking about him."
"So are the twins," Elrond said, "Elladan also asks about Saelbeth. I think he may have a crush. Which is funny because every time they spend a minute together all they do is insult one another and fight."
"Isn't that how all the best relationships begin?" Erestor wondered. "Two polar opposites or a couple that do not get along initially? Which reminds me, how Silinde is going?"
"Thorin and I went over to Bofur's last night," Thranduil said, "He's getting much bigger now; though he still has time to go before he gives birth- he was glowing last night actually- Thorin noticed it which surprised me- Bofur stated he has finally accepted the child growing in him. He is not as tense as he was months ago and I caught him a few times rubbing his belly; it was sweet. I think it may have to do with Bofur's cheerful disposition has worked wonders on him."
"Is there something there, between them?" Erestor wondered. "It would do Silinde some good to find some one special again."
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, "Though I am unsure if anything will occur between the two – Silinde isn't ready for that kind of a relationship now. I don't think he ever will be."
"Bofur's a good dwarf," Elrond said, "He seems the type that will put Silinde's needs before his own."
"He is," Thranduil nodded, "He's helped Silinde so much – even the simplest things like allowing him to make his own decisions – it's helped Silinde regain his confidence."
"I remember what he was like before," Erestor nodded, "He was a wonderful advisor; good chess player too!"
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, "He beat you a few times did he not, in the past."
"Once or twice," Erestor agreed, "He was a challenge- perhaps I should catch up with him one day- play chess."
"Aye, I think it would do him some good," Thranduil nodded.
"I was still surprised to hear Bofur was taking him and the boy in," Elrond announced, "Saelbeth seems fond of him."
"I noticed something actually when we were still in Greenwood," Erestor said, quietly. "Silinde seemed hesitant to do anything on his own- he would even wait instruction from his own son…"
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, "Bofur noticed the exact same thing- he spoke to Saelbeth about how he speaks to Silinde- not to tell him what to do but to give him options."
"You know for a dwarf he's rather perceptive," Erestor nodded, "What does he do?"
"He owns that toy shop," Thranduil replied, "the one that's near the cake store we buy our cake from."
"I've never seen him there," Erestor said, "There is always a hobbit working. That's were I bought Legolas and the twins the wooden train sets."
"He makes the toys," Thranduil said, "Most of the wooden toys there are made by his brother Bombur or his cousin Bifur or himself. He works in the back; the hobbits are a marketing scheme- he says the hobbits always sell more toys- something about them being so cute."
"Yeah, I have to admit I was suckered into buying a wooden dragon that I don't any need," Erestor laughed, weakly. "Glorfindel hates it- he thought it was a balrog."
"Perhaps I should get one too," Elrond said, "Hide it in Ecthelion's side of the bed."
"Yeah, and then you'll come how and find the bed stabbed to death," Thranduil snorted.
"I'm most certainly getting one!" Elrond smirked.
"Now, about the hen's night," Erestor smiled, "Just what exactly is your plan?"
"Buck's night," Thranduil growled.
"Whatever," Erestor said, shrugging, "You're the bride- it's a hen's night!"
"You're more feminine then I!" Thranduil scoffed. Erestor stared at him blankly and looked down at the elf's crotch. "Shut up! Actually that reminds me, how is it going with Glorfindel? Is it happening?"
Erestor shook his head, frowning, "It's been months and it… it's not happening."
"It will happen," Elrond said, gently. "You just need to be patient. Actually Thranduil there is something I've been wanted to ask you."
"What?"
"Do you get your periods?"
"Elrond!" Thranduil gasped as Erestor started laughing. "And no!"
"Neither has Glorfindel," Erestor said as he calmed down. "What on Earth are we talking about?"
"This is what happens when elves get involved with dwarves," Elrond said.
"They are such a terrible influence on the wisest of all beings," Thranduil laughed.
"And you're marrying one," Erestor nodded in improvement.
"Aye, a majestic one," Elrond nodded.
"A sexy one," Thranduil said.
"Please, Glorfy is the sexiest," Erestor said, approvingly. "He has the cutest little butt."
"There is nothing little about his butt," Thranduil muttered under his breath as Erestor chuckled.
"Hmm, I don't know," Elrond said, shaking his head, "Ecthelion has beautiful eyes and those hips..."
"Thorin's beard is stupendous," Thranduil added.
"I think we should all agree we've landed the three most handsome men in all of Arda," Elrond said.
"Aye," Thranduil nodded, before he added with a cheeky smirk, "Celeborn was right about dwarves being well-endowed."
Erestor and Elrond burst out laughing like a bunch of schoolgirls.
The day of their wedding finally came. The sun shone of Greenwood; the gardens were assembled with several tables, enough to seat the close family of the two lovers. Thorin and Thranduil both agreed on having a small, private wedding, inviting only their closest family and friends. The tables were round easily fitting eight people on each table, covering in white silken tablecloths. On the centre of each table was a custom designed candle that Thranduil had designed himself- it was circled, running down like a spiral slide, hollow on the inside with four flames dancing around in the darkness. Around each of the candles were miniature candles, surrounded by the petals of several red roses.
The Bridal parties table was overlooking the entire garden and the other tables, Thranduil sat beside Thorin, holding his husband's hand in his own. Neither Thranduil nor Thorin knew whom to pick as their best man, so they choose four. Thranduil already knew both Erestor and Elrond were his best men while Thorin struggled to choose between several of the dwarves he knew; so in the end he decided like Thranduil to pick two people; his little brother who was by a intensive purposes his best friend and Bilbo Baggins, the little hobbit that he went to college with. On Thranduil's side sat Erestor and Elrond with Oropher and Legolas while to Thorin's left sat Frerin, Bilbo, Fíli and Kíli. The elves wore silvery robes while the dwarves and the hobbit wore black suits with silver vests and ties that were a shade darker then the vests.
They were currently eating, mingling quietly amongst one another as Kíli licked the two red petals and then stuck them above his eyelids. He tapped on Fíli's shoulder and smiled widely batting his eyes. Fíli snorted as across the other side of the table Legolas started giggling. It wasn't long before the few children at the wedding were doing the same thing.
"The petals were your idea," Thorin chuckled when Thranduil eyed Fíli who had stuck a petal on his tongue and was lolling his tongue. "Careful you don't swallow that, Fíli! … Frerin! Really?"
"Wha?" Frerin asked, batting his petal eyelids.
"Imbecile," Thorin grunted as Thranduil laughed, "Stop encouraging him!"
"Oh stop being a party pooper, melamin," Thranduil smiled kissing his dwarf on the cheek.
"OI! COME ON! YOU CAN DO BETTER THEN THAT!" Bofur called out from his table where Silinde was taking a glass of champagne from Saelbeth who pouted. The elf put the glass before Bofur smiling at his son, all the while resting his hand on his swollen stomach.
"AYE! KISS HIM PROPERLY!" Ecthelion joined in, tapping his fork against his wineglass. Thranduil smirked and obeyed pulling Thorin into a long passionate kiss. The crowd let out cheerful woops as the host invited the newly married couple down to dance their first dance together. The two stood up and walked to the dance floor still hand in hand.
The garden lights were dimmed and only the lights of the candles remained. The one song they had both agreed one began to play; Elvis Presley's song 'Cant Help Falling In Love" began to play. The elf and dwarf stared at one another for a moment wondering how they'd manage the slow dance with their height differences.
"This is going to be interesting," Thranduil smiled as the dwarf wrapped his arms around the middle of his back. "I could carry you."
"Don't you dare," Thorin warned, amusedly. "I'm leading."
"That's what you think," Thranduil smiled, twirling a finger around the dwarf's hair as he sang along.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Thorin couldn't help but chuckled to himself as the elf sang off key to the song quietly so that only Thorin could hear him. "You're a disgrace to Elvis."
"You love me anyway," Thranduil smiled.
"Aye, that I do Elf-vis," Thorin said as Thranduil began to sing along again, only now he chose to sing in tune. "That's better."
It wasn't long before another song began and the bridal party and guest soon came and danced around them. Glóin and Gin were the first to join them, followed immediately by Glorfindel and Erestor. Elrond, Ecthelion, Galadriel and Celeborn were the next to join, trailed by Bilbo and Dínendal. Thorin and Thranduil had to laugh when Bilbo dragged a chair along to stand on as he held Dínendal in his arms and swayed to the song, humming along.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Thorin snorted, more and more people crowded them, dancing with their partners. Even Saelbeth had managed to drag Tauriel to dance with him. Ereinion was dancing to his own beat much to Lindir's chagrined, while Elrohir led his little sister to the dance floor. Haldir was red-faced when Aragorn dragged him to the floor and held him close. Oropher more or less dragged one of his maids, who was suppose to be preparing to serve the cake, to the floor.
"You never told me what this stone is," Thranduil said, running his fingers through the dwarf's hair as they dance slowly to the third song.
"It's the Arkenstone," Thorin said, planting a kiss on the elf's stomach. "My great-great-great grandfather found it in the caves of Erebor. He fashioned this ring for his bride all those years ago. It's been passed down our family for centuries; I gave it to my brother-in-law when he proposed to my sister. I knew Frerin would never marry- he's too much of a bachelor, and I never thought I'd meet the love of my life."
"Especially not in a café," Thranduil smiled. "Half an hour after the date was suppose to start…"
"To think this all began because of a shaved eyebrow," Thorin smirked
"And shaved feet," Thranduil grinned, "We have wonderful friends, melamin."
"That we do, love," Thorin smiled, looking around at his family lovingly. "That we do."
THE END!
For now, a sequel will be in the works but I wont update it until I finish typing it all up like I did with this story, as there is nothing worse then finding a fic you like and it hasnt been updated since 2009... I think I have a few fics like this that I need to update.
I'm also in the process of writing a fiction about Erestor, not sure if I mentioned it before but he is my favourite elf. Its basically a life story type thing, it may have taken over my life recently so the BD sequel may be a while...
(The tree scene was so corny to write- I was giggling like an idiot!)
Piece and chicken grease
Not sure if I mentioned this before but callipygian means having round shapely buttocks- I've always imagined Glorfindel to has a nice ass.