First Chap=Disclaimers

Thank you all so much for your reviews. Special thanks to Losse for putting up with my ideas. (Yeah I'm getting lazy in my thanks)

I'll have you know that the Elvish wedding herein is totally and utterly fabricated from my own little mind. Don't bother flaming, I know it will break some established rule because I gave up on it being Tolkien scholarly correct. *Points to the AU warning in the first chapter*

My WP is acting up again. It's putting everything in really tiny fonts and won't quit putting things in really thin columns. Whoever's got an elven ring of power and is doing this to me, Please stop. I'll give you Frodo on a chain if you do.

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Glorfindel moaned as he awoke from his slumber. His head hurt really, really bad. Through hazy eyes he peered out at the sky. The sun was just rising. Why was he up? Annoyed at being even semi-conscious he pulled his blanket over his head. Seconds later, he felt a sharp stabbing pain as the tip of his ear was sandwiched between a long elven finger and thumb.

"Ouch." Glorfindel sat up to find Elrond staring at him.

"What could you possibly want at this hour of the morning?"

"You have a hangover."

It is too early in the morning for Elrond's leaps of logic; Glorfindel bemoaned to himself. He settled for unintelligible response somewhere between Huh and Yeah.

Elrond saw his friend's confusion. "I don't need you with a hangover at the ceremony, so I thought I'd wake you up now and get it over with."

Slightly more awake, Glorfindel stared blankly at Elrond for a minute before he processed his response. "In other words, you can't sleep and decided to practice your medicinal skills on me."

Elrond nodded affirmatively. Glorfindel was now awake enough to muster a glare. "Go bother Haldir. I'm sure the little dwarf is already awake and doing something beneficial for Elvendom."

Elrond smiled. "Haldir is in Galadriel's army, not mine."

"Then go boff Celebrian. I'm busy." Glorfindel burrowed back underneath his covers intent on letting his eyes glaze back over into sleep. A pillow hit his head.

"The next item to hit your head will be a book if you don't get up."

"I'm hard headed." Came the muffled reply.

"You know, I could make it an order."

Glorfindel whined as he slid out of his bed. "Why didn't I start my own bloody city?"

"I don't know; you never spoke of it to me."

"I intend on keeping it that way young one. Look at you, getting a poor old elf like me out of bed."

"My dear Glorfindel, you are neither poor, nor do you age, especially mentally."

"How droll, I'll have you know I remember saying that phrase to Gil-Galad. Little thief, make up your own one-liners."

Elrond merely smiled as he began rummaging through his bag for the necessary ingredients. Glorfindel watched uninterested as Elrond mixed two vials: one with eight ingredients one with six.

"Drink this." Elrond said as he handed over the vial with eight.

Glorfindel obliged and nearly spit everything back out.

"That tasted like a troll's behind."

"You've tasted a troll's behind?"

"Prissy little elf-boy, you know what I meant."

"Yes, but you were the one who told me to become original."

"Yeah, well you need help. When do I drink the other vial?"

"You don't the one you drank should finish working in about fifteen minutes. This one's for Celeborn. I believe he'll be in the same situation when he wakes up."

"Then you…"

"I woke you up extremely early and added terrible flavoring to your elixir to spite you."

"Bastard."

"My parents were married."

"Leave me be." Glorfindel sullenly crawled back under the covers while Elrond left.

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A smile crossed Glorfindel's features as he watched Elrond squirm in front of the mirror.

"Maybe you should redo your left braid it's a little off kilter."

"Shut up, Glorfindel!"

"I can't help it that I'm naturally gorgeous, and you need work to be perfect."

"Remind me why you are my friend?"

"Because old Gil couldn't find anyone else for the job."

"Bastard"

"Well, my parents were married, but if I take after one of them… You never know."

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Celebrian looked in the mirror. She did not have cold feet, nor was she nervous about Elrond not showing up. But, she was absolutely convinced she looked awful.

"I'm fat."

Her mother shook her head. Ever since she'd given her permission for them to marry, Galadriel had been between the high of seeing her daughter happy and the low of knowing it would not last as long as it should. Right now, she had to be happy because Celebrian was about to burst into tears.

"You're not fat, dear. You can't be. You're an Elf."

"But I LOOK fat. Elrond is going to be dragging around a blimp at the reception."

"Celebrian, even if you did look fat, which you don't, Elrond wouldn't care."

"Why, because he loves me? That just makes it worse."

Galadriel spit out a curse. She forgot her daughter could be stubborn and illogical at the same time.

"Celebrian, Elrond won't care because about two minutes after the ceremony is over he's going to be on the biggest hormone surge of his life. If you had any weight to lose, it would be gone by the time the wedding party gets back to Imladris."

"MOTHER!" Celebrian's face turned a deep red.

At least she's not going to cry now. Galadriel mused.

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Celeborn had a stupid grin on his face as he brought Celebrian to meet Elrond. His baby girl was beautiful. With a nod he released her to join hands with her future husband as they recited their oaths.

Glorfindel smiled as he saw Elrond finally speak the words he'd waited years to say. Halfway through Celebrian's part, he heard a sniffling sound. Glancing to his left, he saw Celeborn crying. Trying desperately not to laugh, he handed Celeborn a lacy handkerchief.

He dabbed his eyes and looked quizzically at Glorfindel and then at the gathering of maidens in the back rows. Glorfindel followed his glance and shrugged. He didn't know who the owner was.

A nudge from Galadriel brought their attention back to the ceremony. It was time to bless the union. Celeborn and Galadriel moved to stand beside Celebrian. Glorfindel stepped beside Elrond as he was the closest to him in Middle Earth, and the only immediate family members were human.

Elrond grinned as Glorfindel walked up beside him. He was absolutely radiant with the joy of his soon to be official union. Glorfindel placed his hands on Elrond's shoulders and gave his blessing. Celeborn did the same for Celebrian. Galadriel glanced solemnly at Elrond and gently placed a hand on his brow and the other on Celebrian's.

Elrond felt a gentle tug on his mind then, he felt a whisper of a touch that he had felt so long ago in his own bedroom. Greedily he grabbed for the touch and was surprised when it was taken away but bolstered. He vaguely felt Glorfindel steady him as his soul twined with Celebrian's, sealing their marriage.

A moment later, he had his beloved wrapped up in a kiss as the crowd cheered.

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Celebrian smiled at Elrond as he swept her around in his arms. He had grown tired of sitting idly at their table and had asked for a dance. Celebrian had quickly found out that he had been taught many forms of dancing by the Master Flirt, Lord Glorfindel.

"It occurs to me, Husband, that we should give Glorfindel something for his trobles in this union."

Elrond nodded his assent. Although, it was doubtful he comprehended a word Celebrian had said. He was so enthralled with holding her, that he would have cut off his own ear if she asked it.

As the dance ended, Elrond felt a tap on his shoulder. Glorfindel grinned at hid friend. "May I cut in."

Elrond glowered at him and was about to say "NO" when he recalled what Celebrian had just said. Reluctantly, he gave her hand to Glorfindel.

"There is a true gentleman. Why don't you ask your new Mother-in-law to dance? It is tradition."

Elrond sighed a martyr's sigh and went to fetch Galadriel. Glorfindel spun Celebrian around a few times before he swept her behind a large tree trunk.

"It is a bit late to be pitching woo. I'm already married."

"I know, and mores the pity. However, I have to be going soon. There are some things that need to be attended to in Mirkwood before its sullen king returns."

"Then what is it you need of me?"

"I have a wedding gift for you." Glorfindel reached behind his ear and undid a braid of his shining golden hair. He brought his hand down and opened his fist. In it lay a shining golden flower like a transparent gold that was lit from within.

"The Valar gave it to me when I was returned."

"You have already given us a gift."

"I know but this is yours."

"I cannot accept such an important thing from you."

"I do not give it. I lost the power to give it long ago."

Galadriel looked questioningly at him. He sighed and looked down.

"Many years ago, before you were born, I met a young Peredhil who was bereft of his parents. He told me that he could see his father in the night sky, yet he yearned for his mother also. I gave him this as a token. I told him it held his mother's beauty and her love for him."

Celebrian nodded and was about to speak, but Glorfindel raised a hand to stop her. Taking a shuddering breath, he continued.

"This Peredhil loved his brother dearly. He wished only for his happiness, but there came a rift between them. They reconciled, as much as was possible, but the pain would never quite die. In any case, the day that they first parted, one as a man, the other as an elf, he gave this to me. He said that he would not live to see his brother wed nor would he likely cast his gaze on his brother in love. He swore me that I would give this as his wedding present to his brother's wife."

Glorfindel blinked back a few tears. "Elros wished you the best. He sends his love."

Celebrian smiled sadly and squeezed Glorfindel's shoulder. "It is a good gift."

Glorfindel regained his composure and placed the clip in her hair. "Yes, well Elros also thought Elrond would marry a brunette. He thought it would look stunning in dark hair."

He stepped away and looked at her. "Bid Elrond goodbye for me. I must be going. Tell him I will see him in Imladris."

Celebrian nodded and watched Glorfindel leave. Then she turned to rejoin her husband.