A/N: Here it is!!! The moment you've all been waiting for! LEGOLAS IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!! YAY! I'm sitting here, talking to my boyfriend and writing this chapter… I'm really going to try to get it up and finish this story before school starts or you'll all be allowed to shoot peanuts at me, minus Tiniwiel Silvertree. Who gets to shoot me with lots of tape.

Maqueden managed to get a few hours of sleep before she woke suddenly around 6 A.M. the next morning. Too excited and nervous to sleep any longer, she wrote a note to her sister and Astoldominien, telling them to come to the castle when they woke up. She then grabbed some breakfast and left. She forced herself to eat some fruit, even though her nerves made her believe she really wasn't that hungry at all. Those elephants that currently inhabited her stomach were really starting to get to her.

She walked slowly, biding her time, afraid Kyriana might not be awake yet. The wedding was set for noon, so most normal, sleep-loving elves named Kyriana and Legolas probably wouldn't be awake yet. She sat on the stone steps for almost an hour before she finally worked up the nerve to go inside and face the wrath of what Thranduil would say if he knew what was going on right under his nose.

Kyriana was pacing the entrance to her room. "Where have you been?" She asked, the strain obvious in her voice. "You're supposed to be there by 10!"

"The wedding's not until noon…" Maqueden opened the door and went inside.

"Yes… But you were asked to be there by 10." Kyriana said, reminding Maqueden of a mother hen.

Maqueden sighed and sat down on the bed. "All right, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm here now. Work your magic."

"First you put your dress on." Kyriana opened her closet, where she had been keeping the dress in case someone had the sudden urge to make sure that the prince and would-be princess really were getting married. It was white, of course, with roses sewn onto the fabric in red and pink thread. The very poofy skirt went down past her ankles. There was no train- The bottom of the dress simply touched the ground in a very elegant fashion.

It took twenty whole minutes for Kyriana to convince Maqueden to put the dress on, another twenty to actually put it on, and fifteen more to get all the various buttons and snaps fixed.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." She informed her friend, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.

Maqueden smiled. "I'm so nervous!!!" She cried, her calm and composed outer shell shattering. "What if this whole plan falls apart?" She sat down on the bed with a thump and bounced a few times before she finally came to a rest.

"It won't."

Maqueden smiled, still not reassured. Kyriana then moved on to fixing her hair.

"Ouch!" Maqueden yelped as Kyriana tugged rather hard on a knot in her hair.

"Sorry!" She tugged even harder until the knot finally untangled itself, then managed to somehow get Maqueden's hair into a tight bun on the back of her head.

By 11 o'clock, the girls were ready to go to the wedding.

Maqueden was sitting on the stool in a room just outside where the wedding was to take place, trying to put her veil on, when a knock was heard at the door. "Come in!" She called.

Kyriana's father walked into the room. Maqueden shot him a murderous glare from under her veil, thankful he couldn't see her face, and turned back to the mirror.

"You're just lucky it's your wedding day." He growled, squeezing her shoulder rather hard. "Or I would beat you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk again. You can be sure of that. You told him, you little b!" (Srry… I bleeped it out…) "There WERE no spiders. He sent me away to keep you from me."

"Yes. I thought it was a rather good plan!" Maqueden said cheerfully. "Gods, ada, what else was I supposed to do?"

"I'll KILL YOU!" He screamed in rage, lunging for her. At that moment two guards burst into the room, tackling Alaklain and apologizing profusely to the rather disgruntled bride. "Sorry, miss… He must have slipped past us…"

"Please make sure it doesn't happen again." Maqueden gave them a smile from behind the veil and turned back to the mirror, one last time.

Kyriana, dressed as Maqueden, popped into the room, accompanied by Elenna. "Wedding in 10!" She called.

Maqueden lifted the veil up. "Your father just tried to kill me." She said in a rather bored tone of voice.

"Yeah… He has anger management issues…"

Maqueden laughed. "Gods… I'm about to pass out!"

"You'll be fine. Thranduil still thinks Kyriana's you and you are her. It can't go wrong!" Elenna said cheerfully.

"I hope so. If someone finds out before said time, I swear I'm gonna sit on you both." Maqueden paused.

Kyriana and Elenna laughed. "Odd punishment… All right. Get up."

Elenna took hold of Maqueden's arm and dragged her out of the dressing room and into the open and very deserted hallway, then pushed her towards Thranduil, who had just appeared around the corner.

Thranduil immediately noticed something strange about the two girls. Maqueden was too skinny. Kyriana was not as skinny as her usual self. And Maqueden, instead of having strawberry-blonde hair, had brown hair. (Ok, Maqueden's not fat. She's just not as skinny as Kyriana, who looks like she's got anorexia or something, even though she really doesn't… Maqueden's just very… healthy looking.)

Elenna gave her sister a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, then turned and left. Kyriana/Maqueden followed her.

It took Thranduil a moment to put it all together. Maqueden with brown hair… Kyriana with red hair… And then, the final piece clicked into place. "Maqueden?" Thranduil whispered, looking at the girl he had previously thought was Kyriana.

Maqueden lowered her head and nodded.

Thranduil lifted the veil off her face. "Sweet Eru, you are Maqueden!"

"It's a long story." Maqueden said sheepishly, avoiding direct eye contact with Thranduil. "The wedding's started… I'll explain later. Please… don't say anything?" You really weren't supposed to find out… Well, that means I'll just have to sit on said girls later…

"I promise."

The doors opened and the two slowly made their way down the aisle.

Legolas looked up from where he was standing. Maqueden was walking down the aisle, her hand around Thranduil's arm. She gave him a very discreet "thumbs up" sign, indicating that everything was all right.

The wedding took about as long as possible. A guard standing beside Alaklain almost passed out twice because he had his knees locked. A spider spun a complete web around one of the chairs. But despite that, everything went smoothly until the very end… The famed kiss.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Thranduil said, stumbling a bit over the last few words. He had just allowed Maqueden, a girl with no royal blood at all, to marry his son… THE FAMOUS PRINCE OF MIRKWOOD!!!

Legolas took a deep breath and lifted the veil off of Maqueden's face. Simultaneously, a very large, very loud gasp went through the crowd when they saw Maqueden in Kyriana's place. Legolas drew her into a soft and short kiss.

Alaklain, who had been sitting in the very back, suddenly jumped up. "I swore I'd kill you and I will!" He screamed. Kyriana/Maqueden broke away from Legolas stared at him. Maqueden/Kyriana jumped on her father, tackling him. He fell and hit his head hard against the hard stone floor and didn't move again until after he was chained up and thrown into the dungeons.

(A:N/ It sounds like a fairy tale… SIGH)

Thranduil slowly made his way down the aisle to where Legolas, Maqueden, and Kyriana stood. Most of the guests had left already, though Elenna and Astoldominien remained in the back of the room for moral support.

"You three. In my office. Now."

A/N: OK! THEY'RE MARRIED! Band camp started today… You may all shoot me with non-fatal items, please. And now I'm going to run away before I get killed by peanuts and balls of tape. Oh right… School starts on Sugust 9th. I'll try to have this up by then.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (dies from peanut shot to heart)

I have no next of kin to finish this story for me. Unless you count my brother… who writes depressing poetry… So yeah. Tootles!

THANK YOU'S!!!!!!!

Jack- nope. I haven't and I don't know anyone who has.

Aliana Archer- yeah… Funny as in not "haha…" But nope… He gets thrown into the dungeons with spiders that he can't see. So they're invisible… sorta…

The Green Maiden- Yeah. You get to shoot me with tape if you want to. (dies from tape shot to spleen) Don't worry… No one dies… Yet… I might from all the sun…

Manveri[reachforthesky]estel- Thanks! I'm at it again… If I ever mention marching again, please shoot me with peanuts! Never seen Troy… SIGH. Darn R rating! ORLANDO BLOOM IS MINE!!! I CLAIM HIM!!! HIS POSTER IS OVER MY BED!!!

Xylem- oooo…kkk… I'm confused… COOL NICKNAME!!!

MerenwenCerneisr- Don't worry… I'm taking a break for a while to get used to school and junk like that. It may be October or something… But I'll post a sequel!

Minileia- Do I know you? … SIGH… BAND CAMP IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!!

Goodnight all! Sleep well and dream of Legolas and Maqueden! Or Elenna and Astoldominien! Or Kyriana and I'm not tellin'! But she's gonna have a boyfriend! Yay! And (sing song voice) Maqueden's gonna have a baby! Yay!

TOOTLES! Muahahahahahahahahahaha (hit with dirty elven diaper)