A/N Last chappie, unless you count the next chappie! :D:D I hope you like…

Celeborn waited nervously for his wife-to-be to come face to face with him, yet she seemed to walk so slowly he felt as though she would never arrive. He took a deep breath and looked at her. She was more beautiful than ever. White flowers were pinned in her hair, with not one out of place. The long golden waves had been braided and wrapped around her head, with a few shorter strands framing her elegant face. The white dress was tight down to her hips and then fell loosely around her legs, with Luthien and another elven child sprinkling beautiful white flowers with a yellow centre in a trail behind the long tail of Galadriel's wedding dress. The silver ring glinted from her hand, which was clutching a bouquet of white flowers, tied with a silver-blue ribbon.

She stopped walking and turned. Celeborn blinked. The ceremony was about to begin. In just a few minutes, they would be wed.

Thingol looked at his nephew with a straight face, although he had to focus hard to keep it that way.

"Does anyone disagree to the wedding of the couple Celeborn and Galadriel?" Thingol knew no-one would disagree, but he asked the question to observe Orodreth's reaction. Orodreth was trying to restrain himself from raising his hand. He fought to keep his face neutral as he became aware of Thingol peering intently at him. Thingol pursed his lips.

"No? No one?" Orodreth clenched his jaw. He was doing it on purpose. It was as though the King wanted Orodreth to disagree.

Galadriel glanced at Celeborn, suddenly anxious.

Is this supposed to be happening? Celeborn squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Yes, it is fine. Thingol is just… making sure everyone agrees to this wedding.

He saw and felt her relax. He watched as the corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly at the sight of Orodreth.

"Good, good. Now- the verse on the count of twenty-eight. Twenty-eight."

Galadriel laughed. Celeborn chuckled. Thingol kept a stern face.

"How are you two ever going to wed if you keep giggling like little children?" Standing next to Thingol was Melian, who quickly gave her husband a sharp slap on the arm. "Ow!"  

This was too much for Galadriel. She burst out laughing. Celeborn tightened his grip on her hand ever so slightly. She stopped abruptly, her cheeks still slightly pink. Celeborn had practiced hiding his amusement from Thingol- he was usually not very serious in would-be serious situations.

"Celeborn?" Celeborn nodded.

He began the verse, Galadriel continued it, and they concluded together.

At this, many of the older guests in the room had tears running down their faces. Celeborn almost rolled his eyes, but Galadriel extended her hand to him.

He took off the shining silver ring. Luthien looked around and quickly walked forward with a silver cushion which had two gold rings settled in the soft velvet. Galadriel looked at her hand. It looked and felt bare without the ring, but not for long. Celeborn placed one of the gold rings onto her right index finger. Galadriel did the same. Luthien looked away a little impatiently and even shyly. Galadriel grinned. Celeborn pulled her into an embrace and planted his lips firmly on hers. She caressed the base of his neck underneath his hair as she returned the kiss. She was his now, and he was hers.

The room burst out in applause.

"Well done, you two!" Thingol exclaimed enthusiastically. Galadriel smiled happily. Celeborn gazed at his ring. There were markings on it.

"Galadriel, what does this mean? Verno." Galadriel's eyes opened wide.

"It is a Quenya word! The word Verno means 'husband'." Celeborn caught her hand in his.

"Your ring says Vesse. That would be…wife. Am I correct?" Galadriel nodded. "Did you get them engraved into the rings before the ceremony?" He asked, curious. Galadriel shook her head, confused.

"No, and I am guessing you did not, either." Galadriel looked at Thingol, who simply shrugged.

"It was I who had the Quenya words engraved." A voice behind them said.  The sentence first few words were said in an icy tone, but the ice soon thawed to become a warm, happy voice. "I did not choose Sindarin for the simple reason that I felt the ancient tongue was far more appropriate."

"Orodreth! You? You…engraved…you did? You did…this for us?" For the first time in the entire ceremony, Orodreth smiled a true smile.

"For your happiness and Celeborn's too, yes. And also, in apology." Celeborn was confused. Galadriel did not have any idea what he was talking about, either.

"An apology? For what, dear brother?" Orodreth sighed.

"I apologise for being such an annoyance to both of you. I apologise for my being so hard to convince you belonged together. I guess- I guess I wanted my baby sister to be happy and I simply did not know- or think- that Celeborn was included in that." Galadriel hugged him.

"All is forgiven, Orodreth. You did not need to apologise. I forgave you the moment you nodded your head just a year back from now."

"Well, I guess we've all learned a lesson." Celeborn stated.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Orodreth questioned.

"Do not bother trying to mess with a female's love life. They will get their own way no matter what you do. Oh, and try to get on the good side of your love's older brother or sister. It will make things much easier later on." Orodreth chuckled.

"You have a point. But then again, I am not an easy elf to befriend." He replied. Celeborn nodded his agreement.

"Thank you for the engravings. I never even knew it was allowed." A worried look crossed Orodreth's face.

"Oh…er.  As a matter of fact…I never checked with anyone, either." Galadriel went pale.

"What?!" She exclaimed. Orodreth laughed heartily.

"Of course I checked first! I would not dare try anything that might ruin my little sister's wedding!" Galadriel grinned at him.

"Good. Now come, there's a feast waiting for us!" Orodreth shook his head.

"No, I believe I should go with the rest of the guests and leave the bride and groom be." Galadriel nodded.

"Very well." Orodreth walked away, feeling considerably happier than he had been in a long time. Celeborn turned to Galadriel.

"Well, he was friendly. Wasn't he?" Galadriel looked at her new husband affectionately.

"I told you." She whispered as she hugged him. He smiled into her neck. The newly weds stood, holding each other for a long time afterwards.

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"Congratulations, Celeborn. I wish you and the Lady Galadriel the best of luck in the future."

"Thank you very much, I am hoping for luck with our future as well." Celeborn smiled warmly at his well-wisher. 

"Congratulations, Celeborn. I knew you two would be close friends, but I never thought you would be wed to her!" Melian looked at her nephew with a hint of pride, even though she had guessed they would one day become lovers. Celeborn hugged her. She was a little startled, but she went along with it. He was, after all her nephew.

After the couple had been congratulated countless times, the food was brought out from the kitchens, with everything from different vegetables to all sorts of meat. Everyone in the room ate and drank merrily, and once Celeborn had his fill, Galadriel tugged him out of his seat and led him to the centre of the room.

"Galadriel, please…no." Celeborn begged. Galadriel responded with a gleeful chuckle.

"It is the only night of our lives in which we can do as we please."

"But- I don't…….I- I can't." Galadriel rolled her eyes.

"You can and you will. Just follow me." Celeborn opened his mouth to protest, but Galadriel pressed a finger to his lips. She guided his hand to her waist and clasped his other hand in one of hers. Her right arm was draped elegantly over his left shoulder and her fingers played in his smooth hair. Soft music floated through the room, whispering into every ear.

The pair began to dance, taking slow steps and turns, their foreheads connected, eyes looking only into the each others.

See? It's not that bad, is it? She smiled.

No. It is not as bad as I thought it would be. I still find it embarrassing. You have clearly done it before.

You assume too much. I have done it only once.

Oh. Well I think we are even then.

Thingol extended his hand to Melian, who smiled and accepted. Gradually, more and more dancing figures were added to the glossy floor. Luthien sat, plainly bored, watching the twirling figures before her.

When the song ended, she saw Celeborn kiss the Lady Galadriel on the forehead, mutter some words to her, and walk off the floor. The moment he turned, an eager young lad took her hands and asked her to dance. Celeborn smiled. He should get used to that happening.

"When will this end, Cele? I am bored, with nothing to do." Celeborn tousled her dark hair, which had somehow managed to escape all the pins holding it in place.

"It will end soon. If you are so bored, you could always try to sleep." Luthien shook her head.

"The music keeps me awake." She said innocently.

"Why is that? It is not fast music, it is slow and relaxing. I almost fell asleep on the floor. And I was dancing! You were simply sitting here, observing us all."

"It's just…hard." Luthien started slowly. "There is too much happening. And the lights are on." Celeborn knew his cousin was simply making up excuses. She would have been able to fall asleep; she simply did not want to miss anything interesting that might happen. He laughed.

"Alright. I believe you."

After many hours of dancing, talking, congratulating, eating and drinking, many elves were starting to get sleepy and left the hall. Soon only Melian, Thingol, Galadriel and Celeborn were left. Luthien had fallen asleep and was taken to her room by the King.

"Congratulations once again. I can't tell you how relieved we are to know that our nephew can fall in love." Thingol said merrily. Celeborn cocked an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" He replied. The others laughed.

"Well, I certainly hope he has fallen in love, otherwise this ceremony was all for nothing!" Galadriel said, glancing at Celeborn, pretending to look worried. Melian chuckled.

"Well Elu, what do you say we leave these two lovebirds to rest after their big day?" It wasn't delivered as a question.

"I don't think they will be-" He was cut off by Melian, who grabbed the sleeve of his robe and started pulling him towards the bedroom chambers.

"Come on, you. I believe we have some business to do in our room, Master Thingol." Thingol raised his eyebrows and his face seemed to brighten.

"Do we now? What would that be?" Melian ignored his query, and continued pulling him. "Ah," He turned back and winked. "I think I know what she speaks of." The two older elves disappeared, leaving Celeborn and Galadriel in the room, laughing heartily. They continued watching even as Melian smacked Thingol upside the head, making him pick her up in strong arms so that even she couldn't escape. Galadriel dived into Celeborn's arms and, still laughing, kissed him on the cheek. He looked at his new wife. He held out his arm.

"Do I have Milady's permission to guide her to the bedroom?" He asked politely. Her laughter ceased and she slipped her arm through. She grinned.

"Aye, you do my Lord."

THE END

~~~~~~~A/N: Yeppers, that's the end. I really, really hope that was worth the wait…and if not…I promise faster updates for the next piece of writing I do! :D

*Sniffles* So yeah, that's the end.  *Cries* I'm going to miss writing this thing. Thanks to all my reviewers and the readers who DIDN'T review *evil stare* lol, yadayadayada. OK, that being said: REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU WANT A SEQUEL!!!! If you don't tell me, I won't know! And also, if you review, I'll post another author's note thanking you all, and it'll also have a bunch of questions which I would like answered- If you could help me, the sequel will make a lot more sense. Anyway, I thought that since you were so patient, I was going o post another chapter-very short- with Thingol, Melian, and Luthien's POVs. I'll go post that now.

WARNING: It's a little strange- not necessarily serious. :D Cya! And thanks again to everyone! :D:D

BTW the story that I posted on fictionpress.net is called: "Silent Sobs" and my pen name is still 'PsYcHo-Me'