The seething Slayer returned to the rest of the group in the garden. Without saying a word, she grabbed a bottle of wine, refilled her goblet and downed it in one gulp.
"What in the name of Eru Ilúvatar happened?" inquired Maglor.
Buffy plopped down into her seat while her lover refilled her cup once again. "Apparently, some of the Valar think that I've gone over to the dark side. There's talk of me appearing before the Ring of Doom."
"What?!" exclaimed several in unison.
When Anno heard his mother's reply, he leapt up from his seat and took off down the path in search of Salmar. Buffy didn't bother chasing after him. She would not prevent him from defending her honor. Not this time, any way. The Slayer then revealed all the details of her conversation with the Maia.
Later that night, Buffy, dressed in her nightgown, stood on the balcony off her bedchamber. The moon enmeshed the entire landscape in a silver light, but the Slayer focused her attention on the doves, her messengers. She had received news that Orchal intended on setting up his new abode between the Rivers Legolin and Brilthor, in Ossir. She was relieved to know that he was still in those parts, and only a good 146 miles, as a crow flies,from Tol Galen.
Maglor slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Any news about Luthor?" he asked after the doves took flight. They were heading north again, carrying out Buffy's orders to keep an eye on Orchal.
"No, not yet," she replied as she placed her hands atop of his. "I wish he were here. I really need to talk to him."
"About what had happened to you?" whispered the Noldo.
"What else? My options for aquiring information are kinda limited right now. He knows more about me than me!" she answered.
"I deem that Morgoth knows more about you than even Luthor," said the dark-haired elf. "Do not put much faith into him, Maranwë. Black is his heart no matter how kindly his demeanor may seem… " Buffy turned and faced him.
"Why would you say such a thing?" she asked, slightly taken aback.
Maglor rubbed her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her before replying in a soothing voice. "You speak often of how well he cared for you. Do I not have cause to be concerned?" The Slayer felt her face flush.
"It's only because people keep asking me about it," she said defensively. "I mean… maybe I'm humanizing him a bit."
"A bit?" he questioned with raised eyebrows. "He is cunning, my love. I've known him longer than you and have seen first hand how he weaves his webs of deception, mayhem and death. And to know that his greatest desire is to rule the world with you at his side troubles me deeply. I fear that he will whisk you away from me, bewitched or not." Both the tone of his voice and facial expression were serious.
Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist. "Believe me when I say I don't want that to happen any more than you," she said as she rested her head against his chest. "That's something that I want Luthor to help me with. I have all these powers and have no idea what the hell I'm doing half the time. I need to learn how to wield them properly."
"That is something that I agree with wholeheartedly," said Maglor as he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "Although I think that I have a better solution."
"Oh, and what's that?" she questioned, drinking in his scent.
"I shall always remain by your side as your personal guard. I will see to it that no harm comes to you," he said as kissed the top of her head.
"Ooh, I love that idea," she said as she looked up into his gray eyes. "My very own elfin champion. What more can a woman ask for?" Maglor then whispered something deliciously naughty in her ear. "Now I know why I love you so," she giggled as he swept her up in his arms, and carried her back inside.
"Off the bed Kit, Kat," he ordered the lions. "Mommy and daddy need some alone time." The beasts leapt off the bed and ambled slowly across the room before disappearing in a blink of an eye. Buffy could see the yearning in the Noldo's eyes, which excited her even more. She hadn't felt desirable in a very long time. He kissed her hungrily, and in one swift motion, had her gown off. This was the first time that the Vala of Love had been intimate with her lover since she had returned. Buffy had nearly forgotten how pleasurable sex was. She was glad to be reminded again. And again!
The following morning, Maglor woke her up. "Bella, Bella," he said as he gently shook her.
"Hmm," she sounded with a yawn. Buffy was still half-asleep when Maglor explained that when he woke up he discovered that he had dried blood on his penis.
"It's not from me. It's from you," he had said before leaving the chamber. The Slayer could hear him shouting Nestor's name repeatedly in the hallway.
It took a few minutes for his words to register. Buffy quickly sat up once his words had finally sunk in. She threw the covers back to look at the sheets. There was a little blood, but not that much. Oh god, she thought as she looked towards the heavens. Are the Valar punishing me for my sass?
"Please Eru," she prayed with her hands clasped together. "Don't give me the curse again! Please!" Buffy was referring to her period. Since she had arrived in Middle-earth, she hadn't had a menstrual cycle. Only once did she bleed from her nether regions, and that was after giving birth to Illyria. But now, it appeared as though she was having one after all these years. The Slayer was still praying under her breath when Maglor returned with the healer.
Nestor walked over to Buffy, who immediately pulled the covers up to hide her nakedness. After washing his hands, the healer insisted on examining the Slayer.
No words could describe how embarrassed Buffy felt by having her best friend (who happened to be the greatest healer in Middle-earth), looking between her legs. It didn't help matters any when all the sudden he started laughing uncontrollably. That made her even more self-conscious.
"What is it?" she asked with concern. "Am… am I deformed or something?"
"No, not at all," laughed the healer as he washed his hands in the basin.
"She is not ill then?" inquired Maglor.
"No, Bella is not ill," replied Nestor with a laugh.
"What is it then?" Buffy asked again, as she got out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her.
"Maglor has broken your hymen," he declared with a grin on his face. "You have lost your virginity."
"But I'm not a virgin," said a very confused Buffy.
"Indeed!" remarked Nestor. "That I know." The Slayer scowled at him.
"Bella, did you die?" queried Maglor somberly. "Isn't that the only time that you can remake your body - when you die?"
The room fell silent while Buffy stood there deep in thought. She was reflecting on the last few moments after the evil dwarves had hit her with the axe. She remembered the shock of it, but then nothing else. The next thing she knew, she was naked, powerless and locked away in that mystical prison.
"I don't think so," she said slowly. "I don't remember anything after getting hit by the axe." She chuckled to herself. "Surely, I'd know if I died. Wouldn't I?" she questioned with confusion. "I mean, I've died before and I remember. I remember how, where and when. But I'm drawing a blank here."
Maglor's gaze met Nestor's. "I do not think we can rule out the possibility," remarked the healer. "You appear to be in good health. I don't think it's something that you need to concern yourself with," he added reassuringly.
"Hey, I've got no problem as long as I don't have to deal with a period again," said Buffy as she headed towards the bathroom. "I'm taking a bath. Care to join me, honey?" she asked Maglor as she looked over a shoulder. The Noldo quickly dismissed Nestor before following his beloved into the adjoining chamber.
Buffy always loved bathing with any of her lovers. It was intimate, and good hygiene rolled into one. Many an elf in Ossir could be heard quoting the words that the Slayer spoke often, "Cleanliness is next to godliness!" There were many times in the past when she was ridiculed for bathing so frequently. Now, all her in Household bathed at least once a day, something quite uncommon in Middle-earth, even with the elves.
"Are you really not concerned about the possibility that you may had died?" Maglor had asked as he rinsed her hair.
"No. Been there, done that," she replied. "My only concern is with the here and the now." She stopped speaking for a moment as she was dowsed with water. "And the future. There's nothing I can do about the past."
"I suppose that when one has died as many times as you, the shock factor wears off after a while," stated the Noldo.
"You have no idea how true that is," said the Slayer as she climbed out of the tub.
After breakfasting with the rest of the Household, Buffy and Maglor went for a leisurely walk through the woods and gardens of Tol Galen. They had been talking about the sons of Fëanor remaining in Ossir. The Slayer figured that they would return to their respective homes after she had arrived back at Lindecoa.
"I believe that my brothers stay in anticipation of our wedding day," remarked Maglor as they sat beneath a willow tree.
"I see," she said with a chuckle. "And have you indicated to them when this wedding might take place?"
"That is not for me to say. I will wed you today, if it's your will," he answered.
Buffy then noticed for the first time since she had returned that she had lost her silver betrothal ring. She held her right hand up. "I've lost my ring," she said. "I can't believe I haven't noticed until now."
Maglor took her hand and kissed it. "Do not fret over that. It may turn up sooner or later," he replied. "Curufin has already wrought us golden bands to exchange on our wedding day." He pulled her into his arms.
"You know what? I think I'm ready… to be your wife that is," confessed the Slayer. "We've lost so much time already; I don't think we should wait any longer."
"Nothing would make me happier than having you as my wife. Do you still wish to hold the wedding at Lindecoa?" he asked.
"Lindecoa?" asked the perplexed Slayer. "I don't recall ever saying that. I'd always thought that we'd have the wedding in Lindon."
The Noldo realized the error of his words after he had spoken them. The evil imposter wanted the wedding in Lindecoa, not his beloved. "Oh," he remarked, slightly embarrassed. "But didn't you order the Halls to be destroyed? Or do you have something else in mind?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"I'd be amazed if the elves dismantled the house that quickly. They were told to remove all the furnishings first," she answered with a sigh. "I think I need to check on their progress," she added as she rose to her feet. She grabbed Maglor's hands and pulled him to her.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he queried.
Buffy smiled. "Of course," she replied. "After everything that we've been through… It's time for us to have some happiness."
"I couldn't agree with you more," said the Noldo before kissing her.
"I'm gonna go check out things in Lindon. Will you see if you can find Kit and Kat? I haven't seen them all morning."
"Surely. Will you be gone long?" he asked as he grabbed her hands.
"Nah. I'll be back shortly." Buffy gave him a kiss before disappearing, leaving Maglor alone. He began singing to himself as he made his way back to the mansion.
The Slayer arrived in Lindon only seconds later, and indeed the elves were already busy dismantling the house. Their progress stunned her. Regardless, the Slayer still wanted her wedding here. Instead of having it in the treetops, they would hold it by the banks of the Gelion. The setting was gorgeous, especially at sunset. But there was no way that everything could be readied by nightfall. Buffy instructed the elves in what they needed to do. It would take them a fortnight to have everything prepared according to her wishes.
Gúrchim led Buffy to one of the buildings where her belongings were being housed. She was looking for her scythe. After thirty minutes of searching, she found it locked away in one of her trunks. She brought the weapon back with her to Lindecoa.
Buffy then summoned Maglor to the music room. She notified him that they would be having the wedding in two weeks time, but that wasn't the reason why she called for him.
"You have given me one of the most precious gifts that I've ever received," she said lovingly. "Your father's sword is an heirloom that will be treasured by me always. So, in keeping with that new tradition, I want to present a gift to my future husband that holds the same value to me." Buffy reached behind the couch and pulled the scythe off the table. She handed it to Maglor.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Bella?" questioned Maglor in awe. "This means so much to you."
"I know, but you mean a lot more," she replied with a smile. "I want you to have it. I know your traditions say that we should exchange jewels, but I kinda like the weapon part more."
"This weapon is a jewel as far as I'm concerned," replied the Noldo with a grin. "Thank you so much for this gift, my dear Luinil. I will treasure it always."
Instead of teleporting her Household to Lindon on her wedding day, Maglor suggested that they take boats and sail to the city in the north. He wasn't opposed to traveling by that means, but he so loved Ossir and Middle-earth that he preferred to travel in a way that was customary for the elves. Over fifty large boats were traveling at great speed downstream on the river Adurant. It took them only a few hours to reach the Gelion. Buffy used her magic's to aid them against the current of that mighty river. Ten days later, they arrived at the port at Lindon.
To Buffy's surprise, Fingolfin, Finrod, Fingon, Lalwen and many others from northern Beleriand were already waiting in the city in the trees. They were not there for her wedding, but to compensate the Slayer for their treatment of her while they had her captured. Buffy had met with a repentant Fingolfin privately.
"I cannot express my regrets for the mistreatment that my people showed you whilst in my stronghold. I am truly sorry and beg your forgiveness," he had started before Buffy stopped him.
"Don't worry about it, Fingolfin. It was a case of mistaken identity," she said as she poured them both a chalice of wine. "It could've happened to anyone." She handed him a drink. "Let bygones be bygones," she added before taking a sip.
He let out a heavy sigh. "I have brought you many gifts wrought by the Noldorin smiths to atone for… "
Buffy shook her head. "There's no need," she said as she sat down. "For what I really want, you won't give me freely."
The Noldo King seemed bewildered by her statement. "My Lady, ask and it's yours," affirmed the son of Finwë.
The Slayer looked at him keenly for several moments before replying, "Lalwen."
"My sister?" questioned a startled Fingolfin. "Why her?"
"It's her destiny," she replied as she fixed her gaze on the king. "I realize that by now, nearly all the Noldor know who I am. Who I really am. Your sister is meant to be with me, Fingolfin." She rose to her feet, walked over to the window and looked out. "I understand your attachment to her. She's the only one that has sung your praises all her life. Your father always loved Fëanor best, and your mother Finarfin." She returned her gaze to the stunned elf. "You're the odd man out. I know what that's like; I'm in the same boat, too.
"But you underestimate Lalwen's abilities. You do not know what she's truly capable of. I do. "
Fingolfin rose to his feet and joined the Slayer by the window. He was astounded by the truth of her words. "I understand that Lalwen is a strong woman, but she is not ready to face the darkness that you must face, Lady. She does not have a true understanding of the evil that lurks in this world. I will not willingly let her fight in any battles. My heart will not allow that," said the Noldo King softly. "I love her too much."
Buffy smiled reassuringly at the elf. "I know," she answered. "We'll let fate runs it course. But know Fingolfin, that when that fateful day comes to pass, Lalwen will come to me of her own free will, and I will put the sword in her hand. Through sorrow and pain, she will find strength and courage beyond your reckoning." Buffy's face became grim before she softly added, "Lalwen will deliver me in my darkest hour."
"Ominous words you speak, Bellaseth. I deem that you have the gift of foresight though you may not reveal all that you have seen. Yes, I know who you are: the Vala of Love, sister of the Fëanturi. You seek peace, yet it seems that it will always be out of your grasp," said Fingolfin. "You are like me in one respect: you will fight for what you believe in, out of love and devotion for the people of Arda. That is indeed highly commendable…"
"We are alike in more ways than that, Fingolfin," she interjected. "Although in some regards, your boldness is greater than mine. We all have our weaknesses, don't we? I'm not infallible," she added with a laugh.
"I must say that you are quite unlike your brethren," commented the Noldo, grateful that the conversation was no longer focused on his sister.
"How's that?" she asked as she walked past him and returned to her seat. The king followed suit.
"It's hard to put into words, but you are more approachable than they," he answered. She chuckled when she heard that.
"I actually find that rather flattering," said a beaming Buffy. "I think that I possess qualities that they don't. You see, I live in the 'real' world, not in some mystical haven. The Valar can send as many emissaries as they want to Middle-earth, but they'll never really understand everything that's going on here. They have no comprehension of what this world is like. It's a whole new experience and one gains much perspective by living amongst the children of Ilúvatar."
"Do I sense some bitterness towards those in the West?" questioned Fingolfin.
"Maybe," she answered coyly. "But we'll leave it at that… for now. My brethren are not my favorite topic of conversation nowadays." Her smile widened. "That would be my upcoming wedding to Maglor."
"A Vala wedding an elf! I never thought that I would see the day," said the son of Finwë.
"A Vala is no different from an elf except in conception and power," commented Buffy. A knock sounded on the door; it was Úrion. "Excuse me, Fingolfin, but I've gotta go. I will gladly accept your gifts, but let's call them wedding presents instead. We'll talk again, soon." She then left the chamber.
Úrion informed Buffy that someone was waiting to see her on the porch before he departed. She squealed with delight when she saw Luthor seated there, both Kit and Kat at his feet. "LUTHOR!" she exclaimed as she ran over to him.
"My dear Bella," he said as he hugged her warmly. "I am sorry that… "
"Don't worry about it," she said as she clasped his hands. "I'm just so glad that you're here. I've missed you so much."
Luthor studied her carefully. He was amazed to find her in such high spirits after everything that she had been through. "Your resilience boggles the mind," he said as they sat down. "I expected to find you broken yet that's not the case." A huge grin came to his face.
"Love has a way of mending a broken heart… and body." Buffy was so excited to see her old friend. "Where the hell have you been? I've been back for nearly a month."
"I have been searching for you, child," Luthor replied as he rubbed Kit's head. "If it hadn't been for your cats, I would still be traveling the lands."
Buffy looked at the lions. "So that's where you two have been all this time!" She sat on the floor and rubbed them affectionately. "You'll get a special treat as a reward." The Slayer looked up at Luthor. He was still studying her closely. "Not now, Luthor," she said quietly. "Let's save that talk for after the wedding, okay?"
"Alright," he answered with a smile. "So, the big day approaches at last. I deem that Kit and Kat wanted to make sure that I was a part of it."
"I'm glad that they did, because there's something that I want to ask you. A favor… " she started before he interrupted.
"I would be delighted," he said.
"Um, you haven't heard my request yet," remarked the Slayer in a puzzled voice.
"You would like for me to 'give you away' as they say in modern times," revealed the perceptive Maia. "I would be honored."
"God, I've missed you," said Buffy as she gave him another hug. "And thanks."
Even though Buffy had many last minute preparations to see to regarding her wedding, she spent the rest of the evening with Luthor. They didn't discuss what had happened to her, but she did tell him about Salmar and the unpleasant message from the Valar.
When the Slayer awoke the morning of her wedding, she was filled with nervous anticipation. She hoped and prayed that nothing would ruin her big day. In the past, it always seemed that whenever she and Maglor took their relationship to the next level, Morgoth had always found a way to intervene. Yet this time her gut told her that she had nothing to fear. She only hoped she wasn't being deceived.
"Nervous?" asked Maglor as they lay in bed.
"A little. You?" she questioned.
"No," he responded.
"C'mon, not even a little? We're talking a lifetime commitment here! Me for the rest of eternity and you're not even the slightest bit nervous?" she queried teasingly.
"Hmm, since you put it that way… " he said playfully.
Buffy rolled on top of him and held his arms down over his head. "I'll never let you escape my clutches, Káno. Even death won't separate us."
"I hope not," he replied as he flipped her onto her back. "You have made me the happiest man in all of Arda."
"I love you," she replied before kissing him.
Later that afternoon, Lalwen, Mirë and Buffy's handmaidens helped ready the bride. The Slayer didn't have a gown made for this special occasion as she had quite a few elegant ones that would fit the bill nicely. She chose a long flowing white satiny dress inlaid with pearls on the bodice. She would wear the matching headdress with her crown of luinil flowers over that.
She sat on a stool, sipping wine, as Mirë did her hair. Maglor wanted her to wear it down, but Buffy wanted it to be done in a beautiful French twist. The couple of glasses of wine that she had had while she got ready definitely helped steady her nerves.
"I have a gift for you," said Lalwen as she handed Buffy a small box.
Buffy opened it and inside was a strand of pearls. "Ooh, it's lovely," she said.
"My father gave it to my mother on their wedding day," revealed the daughter of Finwë. "It holds a lot of sentimental value, but I want you to have it."
"I'll borrow it, Lalwen. I'm not about to keep a family heirloom," protested the Slayer.
"You are about to become part of our family, Luinil," argued Lalwen, Buffy's future aunt.
"This is something you need to pass onto your own children one day. I'll be honored to wear it, but after the feast, I'm giving it back," declared Buffy with resolve. When the elleth continued to protest, Buffy added, "I'm the ruler of these lands Lalwen, and my decision is final."
"What do you think, mother?" asked Mirë once she had finished her hair.
"It's perfect, Mirë," said Buffy as she admired herself in front of the mirror. "Will you help me with my dress?"
"Of course," answered her daughter. The ladies assisted Buffy with her gown and the rest of her ensemble. When she was outfitted in her wedding garb, the Slayer inspected herself in front of the mirror. "You look beautiful," commented Mirë.
"Thanks," replied a delighted Buffy. The ladies were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Go away, Thranduil. No men allowed!" said one of Buffy's handmaidens as she tried to slam the door on the elf when he attempted to enter.
"OW!" he exclaimed as she shut the door on his leg, which was partially in the chamber. "Open the door, woman! I need to see Bella." He began to slowly push the door open.
"It's okay," Buffy said over her shoulder before she continued to look at her reflection.
Thranduil stuck his tongue out at the maiden as he entered. In return, she gave him a gesture with her middle finger. "Well, that's not very lady-like, Meldis! And in the company of the Lady, no less. Shame on you. You should be locked in the dungeons for your cheeky behavior," chastised the elf mockingly.
"You best watch your tongue, Thranduil!" she said angrily.
"That's enough! Both of you," ordered Buffy, who stood glaring at them with her hands on her hips. Thranduil turned his attention to the bride-to-be. His jaw hung open when he laid eyes on her. The Slayer's smile widened. "Just the reaction I was going for. So, what's up, little man?" she asked as she carefully took a sip of wine.
"You look breathtaking, my Lady," said the young man as he approached her. "Maglor is one lucky man." He glanced at Meldis before adding, "I'm jealous. I only hope to be so lucky one day." The young elleth leered at the silver-haired elf. It appeared that there was something going on between those two.
"Thanks, Thranduil," she said as she gave him a hug.
"I've learned a bit about the customs of the Eldar," he started. "You and Maglor are supposed to return your silver bands to one another… "
"Yeah, I know," uttered Buffy disappointedly. "I've lost mine."
"No, Lady. It has only been… misplaced," answered Thranduil with a smile. He opened his hand, and on his palm lay Buffy's silver betrothal ring. The Slayer was flummoxed.
"How? Where did you find it?" she asked as she picked it up and placed it on her right forefinger.
"The imposter had it. When Kit bit her hand off, I took it after I came to," revealed the silver-haired elf. "I knew that you would want it nonetheless."
"You're a life saver, Thranduil. I could just kiss you," said a joyful Buffy.
"Be my guest!" proclaimed the young man. Buffy grabbed his face and planted one right on his lips. The elf turned a deep shade of red. He cleared his throat before saying, "You're most welcome, my Lady."
"Now, be off, young Thranduil," commanded Mirë. "It is nearly time for the ceremony."
"Young?" queried the elf in an affronted tone. "I am older than you, my dear golden-skinned friend. As a matter of fact, I'm the same age as your mother! Young indeed!"
"OUT!" she shouted, "or I shall turn you into an orch!"
"I'm going, I'm going," he mumbled as he started for the door. He stopped and turned towards Buffy, who was fingering the silver band on her finger. "Oh, by the way, Bella. I do hope you bear in mind that it was I that brought you your betrothal ring. Please don't forget that." Thranduil had an impish grin on his face. The Slayer found that a bit disconcerting.
"Why? What did you do?" she asked suspiciously.
His smile broadened and he no longer bothered to hide his amusement. "What?" he called out with his hand cupped around his ear, pretending that someone was calling him from outside the room. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear Lady, but I'm needed elsewhere at the moment." He started for the door again. "See you at the ceremony," he added before leaving the chamber. His laughter could be heard through the door.
Mire looked at her mother. "Would you like for me to question the scamp and find out what he's up to?" she asked.
Buffy's eyes were fixed on the closed door, the young man's laughter could still be heard. "No, Thranduil's pranks are harmless. Usually." She turned to one of her maidens. "To be on the safe side, will you check and make sure there's no warg dung in my bedchamber. That boy's up to something." One of Buffy's maiden's nodded before quickly leaving the room.
"It's nearly time, Bella," said Lalwen. "I deem that we should get a move on or you might be late for your own wedding. Look! The sun is starting to set."
"Saddle up, ladies," ordered the Slayer as she slipped her feet into the platform sandals that she would be wearing. Buffy then left the chamber with her maidens.
The betrothed had agreed upon combining the traditions of the Eldar with those of Man. Buffy's only memory of any type of wedding ceremony had been what she recalled in her seventy-five years of life. As far as she was concerned, her way was the 'proper' way. They did argue over certain aspects of the vows, especially the naming of Manwë and Varda in witness. Buffy was dead set against it, especially after the threatening message that she had received, but Maglor vehemently refused to omit it. She did not worship the Valar and had no intentions on starting. They were merely guardians of Arda, the same as Buffy. Her equals. She believed that only Eru Ilúvatar should be named in witness for he is Lord of All.
Maglor remained steadfast regarding his position on the vows. Since Buffy had her way in every other respect, she gave in. Marriage was about compromise and it seemed that she had better start getting used to the idea of not having her way all the time. Unbeknownst to Buffy, both the King and Queen of Arda wholly supported her; they had not forsaken their ancient friendship. Otherwise, Oromë would have been sent to take back her back to Valinor.
Thousands of people from all over Ossir turned up for the feast of the century. Buffy was amazed at how quickly word had spread throughout the land regarding her wedding. It seemed that even Melian had heard the news somehow, as hundreds of nightingales were perched in the trees surrounding the glen. They were greatly outnumbered by the doves, the birds of Maranwë Luinil.
The ceremony itself cannot be told in detail as it is against the laws of the Eldar. They consider marriage a sacred ritual that should never be shared with any from another race (except for the Ainur). It can be said that both the father of the groom and the mother of the bride play an important role in the ceremony. Since neither of those people were around, Maedhros and Luthor took their place. Buffy had learned that the phrase 'tying the knot' that is used in modern times, actually had its roots in the customs of the Eldar. But no more can be said about that.
So it was on April the fourteenth of the fortieth year of the First Age, Buffy united with Maglor in holy matrimony. It would be the only time throughout the history of Arda in which a Vala wed an elf. All in Lindon were filled with great joy by this momentous occasion. It rekindled their hope for a brighter future for all the elves in Middle-earth. The celebration would last for days.
Of course, the best part for any newlywed is the act of bodily union that takes place after the ceremony. According to elvish custom, that's what 'seals the deal' in regards to their ancient ritual. Buffy was surprised to see what her maidens had done to the bedchamber. It was filled with hundreds of flowers and candles. It was so romantic and beautiful.
Buffy lay on the bed as she watched her husband strip for her. He was acting incredibly silly (perhaps from too much wine?); she loved every minute of it.
"Now I get to ravish my wife!" he growled excitedly before leaping onto the bed and Buffy. As soon as he made contact, the entire bed collapsed to the floor and the heavy wooden headboard came crashing down on Maglor's head. He howled in pain as Buffy tossed the heavy object to the side. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you okay?" she laughed as she tended to her wounded husband.
"Thranduil!" he muttered as he continued to rub the back of his head.
Buffy used her magic's to levitate the mattress and move it onto the floor. She looked at the frame of the bed. "The dowels have been removed," reported the still chuckling Slayer.
"That boy! I'm going to… " he started as he went to get up. Buffy stopped him.
"Don't you dare, mister," she said as she climbed on top of him. "Let's see what I can do to ease your pain," added Buffy before kissing him passionately…