First chap= disclaimers

Thank you all for reviewing. I'm feeling lazy right now, so I'll be more specific next time

I'd like to say that I did not in any way plan the end of this chapter. I was just writing along and BOOM it happened. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my new twist. (Elbreth help me).

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A sigh escaped Celebrian's lips as she walked with Elrond through her mother's gardens.

"I did not wish for our wedding to be so hurried a thing."

Elrond smiled reassuringly. "You will forgive me if I have a slightly different view. I am just grateful that we are getting married at all."

"Such a quick wedding will only add flames to the fires of rumor."

"Celebrian, love, those rumors are true. Besides we have had our courtship, even though it was in secret. Besides I do not think Glorfindel can take much more of looking after us. I am not sure, but I think he asked one of the Valar if he could not become a man and die on our trip here."

"You did not hear?"

"He was mumbling, and I was distracted by visions of a certain elf lady."

"I'm hurt. Thinking of my mother when you profess to love me, it is incredibly crass."

Elrond groaned. "We definitely need to get married soon. You have spent too many hours with Glorfindel."

Celebrian smiled and leaned against Elrond. "I can think of a very persuasive way to keep me from making such comments."

"You do not think that the elf your mother has sent to monitor us will not shoot me if I try?"

Celebrian looked at the elf in question. "I do not think so. He has, after all, been carrying our letters back and forth. He is Adar's personal assistant."

"Really? I must admit your father does have more pull than he admits to."

"That's just because he usually doesn't have to correct Galadriel."

"Galadriel? That is an incredibly formal way to address your own mother."

"Mmm, she is only letting us marry because Thranduil greatly insulted her. Adar just chose the opportune moment to strike."

"At least she is doing it for the love of your father. Do not fret Celebrian; she will come around eventually."

"Eventually is a very long time. If only she would explain why she is so prejudiced against you, then maybe I could understand. All she says to me is that you will cause my death."

"Your father says it is based on a vision she had. The specifics, she does not share."

"Well, I would like to judge those specifics for myself. However, I do not believe that she is about to divulge any information. So, as you are going back to Imladris tomorrow, I believe I need a kiss to tide me over."

"Far be it from me to deny you anything." He mumbled before he brushed his lips against hers.

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Glorfindel hid behind a bush in Rivendell's gardens. Slowly he breathed in and out. He would have screamed, but that would give away his location. One week in Lothlorien had not been enough. He should have stolen away in the night and left Elrond there. The only problem being that he had a sneaking suspicion that Galadriel would have provided another horse. Perhaps he should have stayed and sent Elrond home.

The instant they had arrived home, he had turned into Task Master Elrond. Apparently, everything had to be perfect for Celebrian when she arrived. When Glorfindel suggested that it would not matter as she would be seeing very little outside of their bedroom for a while, he had gotten stuck with the job of selecting a new bed for Elrond's room.

After Elrond had rejected the fifth bed, Glorfindel had said that perhaps he should wait until Celebrian chose one out herself. That had earned him a four minute lecture on how important Celebrian must feel when she arrived and that their new room had to be special. At that point, Glorfindel was seriously tempted to pitch Elrond straight off the balcony.

He'd show Elrond special.

Twelve hours later, Glorfindel grinned in smugness at the monster he'd created. The bed took up half the room. Its bed posts were carved out of wood and inlaid with a rose gold. It had an overstuffed mattress of feathers. On top of the mattress was a mattress sized pillow made with the sheerest of opal silk. It was stuffed with fresh flower blossoms that permeated the room. Mounds of pillows adorned the headboard. Rich purples and violet pinks made up the color scheme on the pillows. The sheets were the same opal material that adorned the blossom pillow. The bedspread was a heavy silk in a rainbow of watercolors. It had long tassels in a rose gold color hanging from each corner. To polish off the presentation, the bed had a double cradle that pulled out from underneath the bed. It was a perfect duplicate minus the flower mattress.

With a jaunty step, he went to fetch Elrond. He found him toiling in his study. It took a bit of cajoling, but Elrond finally moved to inspect his room. Glorfindel waited and waited and waited. Absently, he began to wonder if Elrond had died of shock.

Curious, he poked his head in the door. Elrond had his head buried in the mattress. His body was shaking. Hesitant, Glorfindel tapped him on his shoulder. Elrond looked up at him, and started to laugh.

"The trundle bed was truly a stroke of genius my friend. But why did you put in a double?"

Glorfindel shrugged his shoulders. "There was room."

"It is perfect."

"What?"

"Celebrian will have no compunction about throwing it out, yet it proves that I care for her more than riches or respect. There is absolutely no way you could make this more extravagant."

"I could do the drapes."

"Excellent idea! I'll leave you to do that. Oh, Glorfindel, my tailor is going to be coming tomorrow to fit my wedding robes. Don't offer your assistance."

Glorfindel responded by throwing a pillow at him as he left.

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Celebrian bemoaned her task as she wrote out the last of her invitations. They were to be distributed in Lothlorien as all the others had been sent ages ago. With the wedding only a week and a half away, it was short notice, but it would have to do. She reflected that this was worse than the last time she was to be married. Then, she had not cared whether or not the invitations were legible. Now, she wanted each to be perfect.

After much wailing and complaining, her mother had relented and allowed her to modify her dress to something more flattering. She had seen her mother's eyes sharpen at the new lower bust line. She had been about to remark when Celeborn had beaten his wife to it. Surprisingly, Galadriel had snapped at her husband telling him that his knowledge of women's dresses extended only to how to remove them.

After ushering her husband out, Galadriel calmly stroked her daughter's hair and told her how lovely she looked. It was the only comment Galadriel had made other than "no" about the whole wedding.

Then, her mother had popped in with an entire ream of cream colored paper. It was the finest quality that her mother possessed. It was very puzzling. Galadriel did not want Celebrian to marry Elrond, yet she brought fine parchment for the invitations.

Tired, Celebrian walked out of her room. Erratic sobbing caught her attention. Quickly she moved towards it and was surprised when the sound emanated from her mother's study.

"What's wrong?"

Galadriel looked up at her daughter. "I have broken the tip off of my best pen."

"That's not so bad."

"That's what your father said."

"Did he go to get you a new tip?"

"He went to get his hair cut."

"He went to get a haircut?"

Galadriel nodded and started to cry again. Slowly she pulled her fist out from underneath her desk. Upon closer inspection, it held a large lock of Celeborn's hair.

"I tried to shear it off near the top, but he was too quick. I only got the end."

Celebrian smiled nervously. Her mother was obviously under more stress about this wedding than she thought.

"Why don't we go get you a new tip then? I'm sure Ada's hair will grow back."

Galadriel nodded and rose to walk with her daughter.

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All right, I know that they probably wouldn't have pens (calligraphy, fountain or otherwise) back then. But hey, this is fiction.