Thranduil had people plan most of their wedding, so Legolas and Myth didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until a day or so before, that Legolas was really reminded of it. Layne, Myth's brother, approached him and asked what he was going to wear.

"I'm not sure. Who wants to know?"

"Um..." Layne thought. "I don't know. Someone your father told to ask me, I think. They're having trouble with Myth."

"Trouble?"

"Well," Layne nodded. "Of a sort. They want her to choose fabric and she says she doesn't care. But, she doesn't want to be too dressed up. She hasn't liked any of the ideas so far."

Legolas had a feeling Myth might be needing some assistance, so he decided to see how things were going. He found her standing on a box in the middle of the room, extravagantly bedizened in a white gown. Next to her, Prynne was lying in a box that had been somewhat assembled as a bed.

"Legolas!" Myth said happy and relieved.

The seamstress shook her head. "You're not supposed to see her in her wedding dress."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to wear this one," she noticed the seamstress's disappointed expression, and added, "It's not that I don't like it... I just don't want to look like I think I'm so important, and everyone should look at me."

"You're getting married. Everyone's going to look at you any ways," Legolas said, helping Myth down from the platform, "You're so pretty, people look at you all the time."

"That's really sweet," Myth smiled. "I would just... feel weird. I can't walk in it- and also, is it really... appropriate for me to wear white?"

"Ah..." The seamstress finally seemed to understand Myth. Legolas nodded too.

"Could I wear blue instead? Something blue, and simple?"

Much to Myth's relief, they both agreed. Something would be ready by the next day, and it wouldn't be white.

"Why is Prynne in a box?" Legolas asked, noticing his son again. He actually looked quite content.

"Oh, so he can't roll away, or get stepped on, or anyting like that." Myth was back on the platform, and her dress was being dissasmbled.

Legolas frowned. "He can roll away?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

Legolas bent down and picked up the baby, admiring him once more. He was about to ask if Myth would like more children, but was ushered out of the room by the seamstress. She took Prynne from him, and claimed Myth needed to change.

Feeling suddenly unwanted, Legolas began to seek out Layne, who, perhaps, had more details on the wedding.

Back in the room, Myth was being reassured, and girl-talking with the seamstress.

"Are you excited?"

"Yes, but I'm really nervous. I want to be married, I just don't want to... get married."

The seamstress nodded. "Do you love him?"

Myth was offended for a moment, but thinking about how much she loved her fiance brought a soft smile to her face. She nodded dreamily. "I love him so much it hurts... in a good way."

"I thought so... You didn't seem like the type of person who would come up with this wedding idea on your own, or even go through with it if you didn't really love him," she paused for a moment. "I have to ask- is he really as good in bed as they say he is?"

"As who says he is?" Myth asked suspiciously. A shrug was her only answer, so Myth continued, "Well, any man is good if you love him, I suppose... but Legolas, he's gentle and sweet..." She sighed. "I really shouldn't think about that because our wedding is still a day away"

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*Ya hear that? A day away! Don't worry; I'll get to it. Soon. Ok, thanks everyone, and I hope you'll keep checking for the next chapter. Ooh- and a survey: Who thinks Myth should/would want more kids?*