First chap = Disclaimers

SperryDee: Glad you liked it. Unfortunately, Galadriel won't pop up with any good scenes until next chap. As for the renaissance singing. Ugh, my sympathies.  Does Charlie the Naz-bunny eat carrots?

Losse: Thanks Again!

Arabella: Oooh, thanks for the compliments!

Isa: Hmm, well I hope you like Glorfindel's scene in this one…

Little She-Bear: Thanks!

Cassie-Chan: Unfortunately, you can see they're not eloping (Although that would make a reallllly good fic. Wouldn't it?)

Alice :Thanks. And Glorfi says that he will indeed be glad to get rid of that job.

*SIGH* I was going to make this chapter the night before and the actual wedding, but I decided that the Wedding should have its own chapter. Hence, this chapter got fleshed out, yet its still shorter than it should be.

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Elrond shifted nervously in front of the mirror. Absently, he rewound his braid near his right temple to lay perfectly flat.  He gave a slight tug at his tunic to straighten it.

"And they say that I'm narcissistic."  Glorfindel mused from behind him.

Elrond spun to face him. "I merely wish to be my best."

"If you want to impress, I think you should go slay some evil being and come back with your triumphant aggressor look. If you want to look pretty, quit tugging else your hair will fall out and your clothes will rumple."

"That doesn't say much for my hair if you think these fancy tunics will last longer. Elvish construction or no, I feel like I'm wearing my summer curtains."

Glorfindel laughed. "I'm not looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. You're bad enough now. I can't imagine how you're going to be at your actual wedding. Come my friend. We need to make haste so you can do your proper politicking."

"And so you can do your proper flirting and frolicking?"

"That too."

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A small stab of sympathy coursed through Elrond as he observed Thranduil sitting glumly by himself. He knew how he felt. Only, there would be no reprise for Thranduil. Celebrian did not love him, and Galadriel had placed guards around Celebrian's room. "Just in case."

His eyes flitted to Celebrian who was displaying her most charming social graces towards the guests. Had he not already been in love with her, he was certain he would have fallen tonight. Her voice was a melodic staccato too excited for its normal uninterrupted flow. Her smile was radiant, her manners: impeccable. Oh, her body made him think things that the crudest dwarf would never voice. Her slim fingers as she gestured caused butterflies to soar in his mouth. Her lips as they parted in speech made his temple ache to be kissed when worried. Her legs led his thoughts to other things that he'd best not think with Galadriel near by.

Just as Elrond was pulling his mind from other topics, Glorfindel swaggered up.

"Well you certainly look more chipper than the last time you were attending this shindig." Glorfindel beamed through his intoxicated haze.

Elrond looked at him skeptically. "Are you going to be sober by the ceremony tomorrow?"

"AH Elry, give me a break. I was trying to keep you from murdering the groom the last time we were here. I have a celebration to make up."

Elrond frowned. Glorfindel had to be positively sloshed to be calling him Elry. Absently, he wondered how sturdy the tables were lest Glorfindel decided to sing atop one. "I don't recall you doing anything the last time we were here."

"That's just because you were too busy brrrrooooding." Glorfindel grinned at his exaggeration of the word.

"What have you been drinking?"

"Whatever ole Celeborn's been downing. Poor elf is having panic attacks. This whole relationship got pushed through by him. I think he's more terrified that you'll say no than Celebrian is."

"You reek."

"Well what do you expect? Celeborn got the stuff from a half blind dwarf who thought he was a walking piece of mithril. At least, that's what he told me. If you ask me, the dwarf was also crazy. HEY! That rhymed! I could make a song out of that."

Terror flooded Elrond's face as he desperately glanced back and forth to find somewhere to channel Glorfindel's buoyant spirits. He was saved by a distraction. Only, it wasn't much of a save as Celeborn had climbed up on a chair and was serenading the crowd. Desperate, Elrond began to move towards his soon-to-be-father-in-law. Glorfindel took that as his cue to join in a duet with Celeborn.

Farther away, Celebrian turned to see Elrond and her mother attempting to get Glorfindel and Celeborn, respectively, down from their lofty spaces. She laughed. Poor Glorfindel was going to be very low on Elrond's list for a very long time.

One hour later, Celebrian waited patiently for Elrond to emerge from the room where he had deposited Glorfindel. The moonlight cast a sheen on his raven hair as he emerged.

"Will he be all right?" Elrond turned quickly. He did not expect her to be there.

"He will be fine if he knows what is best for him. Otherwise, I will simply banish him to being a simple errand boy or a cook or something equally devastating to his reputation."

Celebrian smiled. "Don't be so hard on him. No wedding has ever gone perfectly."

"Well ours could have been the first."

"Don't be so petulant. We are getting married aren't we?"

"Yes. Wait, isn't it bad luck to se me before the wedding?"

"Bad luck?"

"Never mind, it's a mortal tradition. The bride and groom shouldn't see each other before the ceremony on the day it takes place."

Celebrian shook her head in mirth. "Does that mean that we'll have half bad or not half bad luck?"

"I don't know. Why did I start this path in the conversation anyway? There are much more important things to discuss."

"Like what?"

"How incredibly unjust it is for you to be standing there with no-one to claim those pretty lips of yours."

A swift movement caught Celebrian with her mouth partially open for a reply. Elrond merged his lips with hers. His tongue darted lightly along her bottom lip before he moved in for another kiss. Celebrian turned her head to the side and he ended up giving her a rather messy kiss on the cheek. 

"I believe, Lord Elrond, that we should not tempt the fates anymore than is necessary tonight. Besides, I cannot allow Glorfindel to be the only one who gets beauty sleep." With a smile, she tugged at Elrond's now messy hair and ran off to her room.

Elrond groaned to himself and began to walk. His head was too full to sleep. A soft intake of breath caught in his ears. Instinctively, he spun and dodged the blow.

Thranduil glared at him.

"You, you deceived her and took her. What claim do you have? Half-Elven-Not-Even-A-King-Brother-of-A-Mortal."

"You are drunk and not in your right mind."

"I AM in my right mind! She was supposed to be mine and you kidnapped her. Then you poisoned her mind."

"If you were thinking straight, you would realize that she does not love you. She would have been yours if you hadn't been such a fool with her mother."

"Swine, you don't deserve her."

"And neither do you."

Thranduil looked hazily at Elrond. There was no way that he was going to defeat Elrond, verbally or otherwise, at the moment.

"Fine then. Marry her and make her miserable. I am only here because duty demands it."

"You have no idea how much I know how you feel."

Thranduil snorted. "Don't deceive yourself. AND do not set foot in Mirkwood for at least season. You, or your cronies."

Thranduil wobbled off in his rage and self pity. Try as he might, Elrond could not become angry with him. He couldn't hate him because he's been in the same position. Only, he'd chosen differently. And, as much as he wasn't angry with Thranduil, he also couldn't be put out of his good spirits.

He might be nervous, but he knew no matter what happened he would be married in the late morning. With that thought, he continued his walk before turning and heading to bed.