"We should see if the kitchens can make the stromboli pinwheels again. Fiona hasn't had those in years."

"You do remember that this is a formal event, don't you?"

"Of course I do, but you know Fiona as well as I do. She gets fidgety under too much tight-laced procedure. There's nothing against them being an appetizer, is there?"

"I suppose not. It will be interesting to see how the guests take to the new treat."

In about four months, it will have been 11 years since the group's return to middle-earth, and finally the begetting day that would place Fiona as a legal adult in the elven society. Morwen and Galadriel had been planning for this event for weeks already, pushing to get the invitations out soon enough for the guests to arrive on time. Planning had mostly been between the two, although their husbands would offer an occasional word or opinion on something considered. There had been a few times that Fiona was directly involved, which usually left to her and Morwen butting heads.

Morwen wanted to give her youngest the coming-of-age party that she deserved, but Fiona didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Of the elves that remained in Lothlorien the last decade, it had taken years to get them to completely regard her as any other elleth. Whenever a formal arrangement was called for, all her work was shot to hell, and knowing how big a deal this was to the community only made her dig her heels in. Haldir would have to be the neutral party in the negotiations between mother and daughter each time they began to argue, and it was with a silent plea to whichever Valar might be listening that he had Ithilwen's assistance right then.


In Ithilien, the colony of elves had made much progress in the span of time. Within five years of setting the groundwork for the colony, talans had been built in the sturdier trees of the forest while other homes were elevated just off the forest floor. A meeting hall had recently been finished in an elegant polished stone. It was Gimli's insistence that the Lord of the colony had to have a proper receiving hall for guests. This in turn led to some interesting interactions between the colony elves and the collective of his kin that had come to work, but fortunately the disagreements here were kept to a minimum.

Legolas and Ithilwen's talan had been physically completed nearly 6 years ago, but something always seemed off. Between the two of them, the talan was built larger than what one would expect from just two people living within it. Naturally, the solution to the conundrum came at the least-expected of times - in bed.

"Have you...thought about starting a family?" Ithilwen asked slowly as she flopped down into the bed.

Legolas joined her shortly. "Has Naneth been on our case again, by any chance?" he asked.

"No, no Miraear hasn't mentioned anything about children in a while. It's been something I've been thinking about," Ithilwen sighed. "It just seems strange to have such a big place for the two of us..." She spared a glance at him to see that he was watching her silently. "Nevermind, don't mind me, Legolas. You know I think too much."

As Ithilwen slumped down onto the pillows, Legolas caught her by surprise. "A family has been on my mind as well, Ithilwen."

"Really?"

"Of course. Don't you remember me telling you back on the balcony that night that I could see myself starting a family with you? It was right after Lady Galadriel told us we were fëa mates."

"Oh yeah," she recalled distantly. "So, what do you think, Legolas?"

Legolas stretched out across the mattress and brought her against his chest. "I would like to start a family whenever we are both in a place where we feel comfortable trying."

Ithilwen laid her cheek against his bare chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "That sounds good to me," she replied drowsily. "But...could we wait until after Fiona's begetting day? I don't want to take away from her moment if I got pregnant now."

"Of course, melamin," he replied. "I assume this will include the wedding as well?"

"You think they'll get married so soon after she's of age?"

"Ithilwen, if we had known each other in normal circumstances, Haldir would not have been able to keep me from scratching at your door the day after you came of age." He smiled as Ithilwen snorted in laughter. "You know," he began slowly, caressing her hip, "just because we are waiting to try for a family does not mean that we can't practice now..."

Between the rustling of the bedsheets, Ithilwen's squeals, and Legolas' laughter, any thoughts of sleep that night were forgotten.


"Fiona," Morwen braced herself for another shit-storm when Fiona sat down at the table across from her. "You are aware that as the days draw closer to your begetting day, it is likely that Elladan will approach Haldir for your hand-"

"Mom, believe me, I know. It's kind of freaking me out the more I think about it." Fiona raked her fingers through her hair. "I know it's a stupid thing to worry about, but I can't help it; this is a huge leap for me."

"Elladan is your fëa mate, Fiona, just as you are his. Have you talked to him about the future in your letters?"

Her daughter shrugged. "We've tried, but it's hard to get your point across in print without misunderstandings. That's why my letters are so long; I don't want him to get the wrong idea. We both do want to get married, but we've never established a set point in the future. Now that I'm almost an adult here, it's like the clock is ticking down, and it scares me."

"There's nothing to be afraid of-"

"Coming from you Mom, that's rich," Fiona laughed. "Y'all made it look so easy," she added, referring to all of the bound couples that she knew.

Morwen reached over and clasped her hands. "Fiona, it looked easy because it was for us. We had nervous jitters, but it was just anticipation at securing our bond with our destined mates. Elladan is an honorable ellon. He may approach Haldir soon after your begetting, but that does not mean that you both have to bind as quickly as your sister did. Ithilwen and Legolas got married so quickly because they were ready to, so don't try to match their standards because you feel you need to. Engagements typically last a year, but you can set a date at your own pace. Your father and I will understand, just as I am sure that Elladan will." she finished with a smile, seeing the relief in her daughter's eyes. "Now as for your brother," she called out rather loudly so he'd hear her, "He has a perfectly nice young lady that he's been seeing, and it would be nice to know when I can call her a daughter as well!"

"We're just friends!" Bernard shouted from the other side of the talan, making both women laugh. Bernard was just as fun to tease as Ithilwen and Legolas were.


In Rivendell, Elrohir and Elladan were riding through the forests when Elrohir decided to ask his brother the same question.

"I want to marry her as soon as possible, but I don't want to put more pressure on her than there already is," Elladan answered. "Even in her last letters I can tell that she's nervous."

"How so?"

"The parchment was an arm's length at least as she rambled on about what she really meant so that I wouldn't misread her words." Elladan smiled faintly at the folded up letter that sat in his bedside table. She had physically finished her transition to half-elven about four years ago, but still she continued to think with the mindset of a mortal. She was scared to tell him that she wanted to wait because she thought he might walk away, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He had wanted to propose years ago, but aside from social rules he didn't want to terrorize her. His resolve was in place, however; he could suggest marriage, maybe even formally propose, but he would wait however long it would take for her to tell him that she was ready. "You might as well go ahead and make your pleas to Tauriel if you intend to," he said finally. "I fear Fiona will not accept as easily were I to do so anytime soon."

"Give it some time, brother. Fiona is a sweet young woman. She will come around, probably sooner than you realize. Besides, I am not about to leave my little brother behind! We've done everything together; why should a ceremony be any different?"

"I'm not doing that with you in the same room!" Elladan cried.

"I never said in the same room, you doofus!"

The pair fell silent as the Last Homely House came into view. "Thranduil had it right," Elladan muttered as they led their horses to the stables. "Ithilwen is a bad influence."

Once the horses were taken by the stablehands, the older brother looked distraught. "How did she usurp our position?!"


Back in Greenwood, Thranduil observed from the balcony that overlooked some of the training grounds. Below, Tauriel was leading some of the newest warriors-in-training through their beginning routines. They had received the invitation from Morwen for Fiona's 50th begetting day the other afternoon, if Miraear waving the sealed letter back and forth under his nose was anything to go by. He didn't need to ask if Elrond and his brood would attend; it was obvious when he saw the shift in his daughter's mood. Miraear had been writing regularly to Morwen, and in her responses, the other elleth would often talk about the circumstances with Fiona and Elladan. She would soon approach her majority, and it would only be a matter of time before a particular dark-haired ellon came to seek an audience with Thranduil himself. It was inevitable, and now he realized what inner turmoil the marchwarden must have gone through when Legolas began to court Ithilwen.

"What are you doing, my love?" Miraear walked up behind her husband, slipping her arms around his middle in a hug.

"I'm simply watching our daughter instruct our future guard. And thinking."

"About?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Miraear sighed and bumped her head against Thranduil's back. "You're just as bad as Haldir was. You do know that?"

"Can you blame a father for only wanting the best for his daughter?"

"Elrohir is a perfectly fine match for Tauriel."

"I will have to appoint a new captain, you know. With Legolas in Ithilien, and we don't know for certain where they will choose to live-"

"Tauriel is a daughter first and a warrior and captain second, Thranduil." Miraear brought her head up o rest her chin on his shoulder as she watched with him. "In time they will all sail West, just as we will. Morwen and I have been talking-"

"Dear Eru-"

"-and we've often thought that if everyone wouldn't kill each other in Valinor, we could just build one big house that we could all live in. What do you think?"

"I say 'dear Eru', that is what I say."

She laughed, kissing his cheek before steering him away from the balcony. "You need to let her be an adult, sweetheart. She could only go so far in the guard, and she has. Let her live her life beyond that. You've been wanting a bunch of grandchildren, anyway."

Thranduil couldn't make a protest without coming out as hypocritical, so he kept his mouth shut. In doing this, his eyes took in the robed figure of his wife. "What are you wearing, Miraear?" Earlier he had seen her in a dark brown dress that had complimented her hair, so why was she wearing a night robe in the middle of the day?

Miraear shrugged with a smile. "I thought a change of dress was called for to get you to take your mind off of your worries," she said, slowly untying the robe and pushing the silk material off her shoulders. It fell to the floor silently around her feet, leaving her in a small and lacy nightie that had Thranduil's undivided attention. "Did it work?"


About a week before the celebration, people began to file out of the woodwork. Rivendell and Greenwood's guests arrived first, with the guests from Gondor and the Shire following two days later. Fiona was surprised to find that Aragorn and Eomer were able to attend at all, even if it meant that they would have to leave shortly after the party. The large influx of people meandering about the city was much like being back in the modern world. Lothiriel got to know the other girls better, much to Eomer's feigned dismay, and Sam finally introduced Rosie Cotton to the rest of the group.

Not surprisingly, they were ecstatic to also meet Elanor, the first daughter, but also the other four children that had been born in the years prior. Elanor was much like any inquisitive 10-year-old girl, but she was much tinier than a human of the same age. The other children were even smaller, and it was hard for Ithilwen not to squeal about how adorable they all were. Rosie appreciated the extra help she got during their stay in Lorien, though she often feared she was imposing. Morwen had told her that her fears were for naught when Ithilwen was caught once again running off with one of the youngest hobbit babies. "She loves kids," she told their mother. "She can't help herself."

Among the other elves that were fascinated with the sight of infants was Elladan, but instead of fawning after the idea of children like so many others were, he had his own set of obstacles to contend with. Namely, Fiona, who was going out of her way to avoid him at all costs the closer it got to her begetting day. He couldn't understand why she was acting this way. He had made himself clear, or at least he thought he had, and she had been so excited to see him when they arrived earlier in the week. This skittishness was something that Ithilwen had also seen her sister exhibit, and the day before her begetting day, she had had enough.

"What the hell?!" Fiona shrieked as Ithilwen shoved her through the door of her bedroom and closed it.

"I'm tired of you two pussyfooting around each other!" Ithilwen hollered back. "You ain't coming out until you get your acts together, so you might as well start talking!"

Inside the room, Fiona looked at Elladan in disbelief. Her sister was serious, and however she had managed to lock the door was fairly strong. He could likely break it down, but it seemed that he wanted to talk as well. "She's right," Elladan said, patting the spot beside him on the bed's edge. When Fiona finally sat, he asked her softly, "Why have you been avoiding me these last few days?"

"I haven't been- okay, so maybe I have." Fiona dragged her fingers through her hair. "It's just that I'm nervous about my begetting day, that's all. I'm scared that when I do come of age that that'll mean that we have to get married right then, and it seems like after that we'd have to start trying for kids, and I thought I was supposed to become the happy housemaker first, but right now I am just really afraid that if I say that I want to hold off on marriage that you'll leave me and then where will I be?"

Elladan watched her silently, trying to process everything that she had said in that one sentence. "Isn't that getting ahead of ourselves?"

"Yes, and I know how stupid it sounds!" Fiona groaned. "My brain hasn't caught up with the rest of me it seems."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. "That isn't true; you are just thinking like a mortal in an immortal body. It will pass. Now, as for your fears: I am not going anywhere, Fiona. I don't mind when we pledge our troth, just as long as I know that you do wish to marry me is enough. Children can follow the same plan, and only when we are both ready. I don't know where you got the idea of this 'happy housemaker', whatever that might be, but you can do what you wish to do." Elladan tilted her chin up to look at him. "What I am about to ask is not a definitive question, but one I would like an answer to...at any point in the future do you wish to marry me, Fiona?"

"Yes, that is what I want, Elladan." Fiona smiled at him. "I just need a little more time to adjust to these things, that's all."

Haldir was walking through the talan when he came across Ithilwen holding the doorhandle to Fiona's room in a death-grip. "What are you doing?" he asked, watching her nearly come out of her skin. It was a ridiculous question, because with Ithilwen, there was no telling what the answer would be. Instead, he silently motioned for her to let go of the handle and step away from the door. Haldir opened it to find Fiona in Elladan's arms, almost about to kiss. "Why is it that every time I enter a room I seem to find one of my daughters in the arms of an ellon?" he asked dryly. The expression on his face read that he was so far past done with these instances that it the question wasn't even said in mock anger anymore.


Fiona walked alone down the path to the gardens where her begetting day feast would be, more at ease than she had been in weeks. Knowing that she had the time she needed, she felt a lot better, but still the prospect of a future marriage had her on edge. It was like knowing that she had something to look forward to, but she still had to go through hoops just to get in line for it. In a way, Elladan had already proposed, but it was more a question of where they were going than the actual question.

She stopped by another tree to brace herself as she adjusted her skirts once again. Over ten years in Lothlorien and she still wasn't used to wearing the long dresses. In most cases she'd alternate between the long tunics and leggings and the gowns, but it seemed that Haldir was never happier to see her in a gown, which made her wonder just how insane she and Ithilwen drove him in Burgess with their jeans. She still called him Dad, but occasionally the word Ada would interject itself, surprising the both of them. The first time she had said it, she panicked and asked if she said it right. Morwen had walked into the room to find him holding Fiona in a tight hug as he laughed, even as she kept fretting over her Sindarin. Bernard had been giving her extra tutoring in writing the language when the tutor was unavailable, but she still wrote like chicken-scratch in her honest opinion. How Elladan could read it was a impossible for her to understand.

The sounds of the guests gathered in the gardens reached her ears, something she was still giddy over. Fiona caught peeks of some of the people sitting around the large table, and it almost reminded her of being back in Burgess. She paused before making herself seen. 'Straighten up, shoulders back, head up, and try not to trip over the dress. You can do this.' As soon as she turned the corner, chairs moved back and everyone rose as one. Fiona didn't think it was necessary, but she had been told a number of times that it was only out of respect.

"You look more at ease," Morwen whispered as she approached her seat. "Did your talk go as planned?"

"You knew?"

"Haldir told me he found Ithilwen holding the door shut. I told him it was payback for you teasing her and Legolas so long ago."

Fiona thought about it and realized that that was pretty weak compared to what she had done, which made her wonder if there wasn't more to be done. 'Don't get suspicious today,' she chided herself, 'Ithilwen wouldn't do something awful to you on your birthday, and it's not like it wasn't beneficial either.' As she sat down, the rest of the members at the table took their seats once more, except for Morwen and Haldir, who remained standing.

"We would like to thank all of you for joining us today for Fiona's begetting day celebration," Morwen spoke to the table. "Fiona, our youngest, has finally come of age this day."

Fiona couldn't help but lightly snort and say "Yeah, finally," much to the amusement of the table.

"You know that as your adar this was a day that I both look forward to and feared," Haldir told Fiona. "It seems that my fears were for naught, however, because you have been as responsible as any adult for many years before. Had the circumstances been different, I would have given you and Bernard the love and attention that I had Ithilwen, but in the short time we've come to know each other I care for you both just as deeply as if you were blood. To me, you both are, and anyone that wishes to challenge that will have me to answer. I am very proud of you and wish you much love and happiness today and for eternity."

Morwen noticed that Fiona had started to tear up at her father's speech and instead of repeating the same sentimental speech, decided to make her laugh. "I agree with what your father has said. Fiona, when Ithilwen invited you home that day after school, I knew you'd be trouble, but you were the good kind of trouble. Both you and Bernard have been the friends that she had needed for so long, and it makes my heart happy to call you my children as well. You may have climbed the walls - literally, I don't know how you and Ithilwen pulled that off - you have been nothing but a joy in my life, and I am so happy that we can be here to share this day together."

A couple tears had escaped anyway, but Fiona wiped them away as she laughed. The kitchen servants had begun to bring out the first plates of food before them when Ithilwen interjected her two cents. "Nana, we propped one foot on either wall. That's how we did it. But that one is the one that ripped that big hole in the wallpaper!"

"You suck! I did not! The corner of the bookcase snagged it when we were rearranging the house!"

Legolas looked about ready to cut in with his own commentary when Ithilwen swatted his arm, telling him "Don't you dare say it!" Then she rounded back on Fiona. "I remember you jumping up to grab the torn strip because you couldn't stand it hanging there!"

The servants around them could only ponder this peculiar conversation, wondering why anyone would put paper on the walls, when Morwen decided to settle the matter. "It wasn't the most orthodox way of getting rid of it, but it did need to go. I don't know what I was thinking when I had that put up in the eighties."


As the meal was being finished, soft music that had been playing shifted to something more upbeat, and also recognizable.

"That's...that's Bowie," Fiona's mouth fell open."

"Good, I was hoping you'd remember one of the classics."

She looked to Bernard. "You did this? How did you do this? That's freaking David Bowie, Bernard!"

"And Mick Jagger," Ithilwen recalled.

"Okay, I'll admit it wasn't easy, and I've got Ithilwen to thank for her seemingly endless music tastes. We knew you missed your music, and it's not completely accurate but it's as close as middle-earth instruments will go." Bernard shrugged. "It took some years to remember the music and lyrics, but it was trickier to translate it so it could be read."

For their credit, they were doing a great job of covering "Dancing in the Street" with their lack of modern guitars and amplifiers. The music shifted to a softer version of "Kokomo" and finally "Come to My Window" before going back to some traditional elvish music. A slow waltzing tune started up, and Haldir made it known in no uncertain terms that Fiona's first dance was to be with him, much to her amusement.

"You know my first dance was going to be with you," Fiona told him when he asked why she was laughing.

"They didn't."

"If you're referring to Elladan, I'm sure he did. Wasn't it you that told me he was a respectable ellon?"

"I don't recall ever saying such a thing," he said, making her laugh again. "But he is, despite his shortcomings in maturity." When the song came to a close, a more upbeat one picked up, and said ellon approached almost cautiously to the marchwarden. Haldir watched her be spun away by the younger twin and found it slightly strange that he didn't feel that twinge of annoyance that he should have.

Morwen joined his side and passed him a glass of wine. "You let Fiona go off to dance with Elladan rather easily. I'm surprised."

"I am as well."

"Perhaps you are adjusting to your daughters finally being women instead of little girls? The thought of her one day marrying Elladan does not bother you?"

"He has approached you with this information?"

Morwen shook her head. "Not yet, but I suspect it now that she's of age. Has he spoken to you?" When Haldir shook his head, she added, "Well if it makes you feel any better, Fiona's told me that she would rather wait a little longer than Ithilwen did."

"Had we not held the ceremony at Myrtle Beach...do you think they would have anyway?"

"Sweetheart, if we hadn't had a ceremony, I don't think it would have mattered. It was going to happen sooner rather than later with those two, you know that. Their link was trying to connect before anything even happened, remember? We're lucky no one locked them in their rooms!"


Once Fiona was safely distracted by the antics of his brother, Elladan knew that he had to take his chance. It was a hell of a jump to make, given the day, but if he didn't pluck up the courage and speak of the matter he would lose his nerve for sure. Luckily, his aunt and uncle were sitting alone at the table for the time being. It was the perfect opportunity.

"Aunt Morwen? Uncle Haldir? I need to speak with you both about something important."

As he took his seat beside them, Morwen couldn't resist the guess. "I feel like this 'something important' has to do with Fiona, am I right?"

"It does." Elladan swallowed, hoping that his stomach wouldn't jump in his throat if Haldir kept watching him with that calculating stare. "Yesterday, Ithilwen locked Fiona and myself in her room to talk about our preconceptions regarding, well us. It was during that talk that we came to the conclusion that we would like to marry one day, but I would feel more comfortable if I had your blessings before I formally proposed to Fiona." As Haldir continued to stare, Elladan added, "With a reasonable time of courting, of course! I would never pressure Fiona into anything she was not prepared for! The thought of one day being able to call her my wife is more than enough to satisfy my heart right now."

Morwen had been watching her nephew unload in a garble of words, and it wasn't until she turned and looked at Haldir that she understood why he was a mess of nerves. She swatted his arm lightly to get his attention; it seemed that he had no idea he was looking at Elladan as if he were calculating how to best hide the body. "We're glad that you decided to come to us with this, Elladan," she said at last. "In fact, Haldir and I were speaking about this earlier this evening."

"I respect your forwardness on this matter, and that you have sought our approval before making any decisions." Haldir took a drink from his glass, both to prepare himself for what he was about to say and to draw out the tension a little longer. "Morwen and myself could not think of a better match for Fiona, and we give our blessings for your future plans."

Elladan felt the weight of a horse lift from his shoulders at those words. "Thank you, Aunt, Uncle," he told them sincerely. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could we keep this a secret until we actually get engaged? I don't want Fiona to become overwhelmed by others asking about her wedding plans."


Two years later, another celebration was to be held in Lothlorien. Elladan and Fiona courted for the first year after her coming of age, and on her begetting day that year he formally proposed before friends and family. Through tears and laughter she readily accepted, and plans for the ceremony began the following day.

The wedding to be held was not just for them, however. Elrohir and Tauriel would also give their vows on this day, in what was quickly becoming a larger ceremony that blurred the lines of the family tree. To the families, it seemed rather normal for the second daughter of the marchwarden to marry his youngest twin nephew, while the older nephew married the only daughter of the Woodland King. If anyone tried to draw out the connections, they quickly became confused and just gave up. Had it been any other situation, the marriage of Fiona and Elladan might have been wrong on principle, but because she was not physically of the same blood, there really was no contradiction. It had been something that she had been concerned about, but as the news spread around the community, Fiona only heard good tidings from the people. Either they were generally happy for her and Elladan or they were really good at concealing their true feelings. Galadriel had corrected her assumptions on this matter, reminding her that she could read the minds of anyone. Aside from broadcasting 'Don't think dirty thoughts!' at this revelation, she was glad to know that she was wrong for once.

The amount of work that went into this double wedding exceeded that of both Legolas and Ithilwen's beach wedding and the formal one in Greenwood. Just setting the location was a heated debate for the lords of each realm, and finally it was Celeborn that reasoned that Lothlorien was in the middle, so no realm would be cheated out. Given the fact that it was a double wedding meant that more not only did one bride and groom have to coordinate, so did the other pair, along with all of the suggestions thrown their parent's way about what they wanted in the ceremony. In the end, the chaos was worth the end result.

When it came time to ask the Valar to bless the marriages, both Miraear and Morwen took turns reciting the same lines for Tauriel and Fiona, while Elrond stood to represent both of his sons. The vows would be given by one couple at a time, and during planning Fiona had petitioned for Tauriel to go first, since she was older.

"Elrohir, if anyone had told me that one day we would be standing here before family and friends, I would have thought them mad. I thought that you were a foolish warrior that wasn't thinking with a clear head when I met you, but the more that I came to know you I found that I was wrong. When we left for the modern world, I am glad that I followed you, because we got to know each other so much better than through our letters. As your wife, I pledge to remain faithful to you always, to never let you feel alone, and to plan with you new ways to make my brother shriek."

Elrohir couldn't hide his grin. "Like you, I thought that you were a no-nonsense elleth that needed to lighten up, but it was I that needed you. You helped bring me out of my darkness with your friendship, and I am forever grateful that we became more. As your husband, I pledge to stay by your side always, to protect you, and to make sure your ever desire is fulfilled." Then he added, "Making Legolas shriek is a perk I always look forward to, now that I know he can do it."

Fiona had gotten so tickled at the dark look Legolas was throwing at Elrohir's back that she nearly forgot that it was her turn to give her vows. "Elladan," she said at last, "when we met in the driveway at Burgess, I couldn't tell you apart from your brother. It was really confusing for me at first, but now I can see the differences that most can't. I honestly thought you were joking when you brought up courting that afternoon at the cookout, and if I hadn't been so ridiculous I might have caught on sooner. As your wife, I will never look at another the same way. I will do my best to help you in any way that I can, but I will always be by your side no matter what."

Elladan squeezed her hands gently when she looked at him as if to say, 'Did I do alright?'. "Fiona, that day you mentioned was my attempts at testing the waters, if you will. I knew when I saw you in the driveway that there was something different about you, but I must admit that I was in denial. I couldn't believe that I had found my fëa mate that quickly, but I had. If you had not come home with us, I would have stayed behind to be with you, because there was no conceivable way that I could be away from you. As your husband, I will protect you with my life. I will make sure you are well taken care of, and that I will always stay at your side."


"Let's see if we've got this right," Thranduil said. He, Haldir, and Elrond were sitting together at one of the tables while the newly married couples took their first dance. "My son married your oldest daughter, and my daughter married your oldest son-"

"And my youngest son married your youngest daughter," Elrond added.

"Let's not forget that your daughter ultimately married your brother's latest descendant," Haldir pointed out.

Silence fell between the three as this information set in. Thranduil took a large gulp of his wine. "I think we are all in agreement that this has gotten out of hand?"

Haldir and Elrond agreed wholeheartedly. "It has made them happy, though," Haldir said, watching Fiona laugh as Elladan spun her about. "We cannot begrudge them this, even if it is peculiar."

"The Valar indeed has a sense of humor with the concept of fëa mates, it seems, " Elrond added, reclining in his seat with his glass.

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A/N: Fiona finally got her coming of age party! And married too! I bet some are happy to see that finally happen. Months ago I might have glossed over it, but y'all have taken to her and it only seemed right to give her some more time. I'm not feeling particularly well right now, so I'll make it short. I didn't include a wedding night scene for either for two reasons; I really need to get back to work so I can try and get ahead, and I drew a blank. If you want to read it, lemme know which pair (or both) and I'll try and make it happen. I'm behind in replies, so thank you to all that have reviewed lately! I'll respond to questions as soon as I can! Another timeskip in the next chapter, and something interesting will happen with Ithilwen... ;)