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Chapter 7--Wedding and Reception Centaur Style
Legolas stood quietly beside Tyon, Jaisia, Kai and his mate and twins while Valinar prepared to start the wedding ceremony that would bind Circe and her new mate Tibor.
After looking around to make sure everyone was there and settled the chieftain began. "This day our tribe comes together to witness the joining of two hearts. Circe and Tibor have agreed to become one as mates. I ask now if any wish to speak against their binding," he said.
No one spoke. Legolas had to fight to keep from snickering as an errant thought crossed his mind. Wonder what would happen if someone did speak up, he thought.
Satisfied, Valinar began. "This day belongs to these two youngsters who have chosen to join their lives. We wish them long life, happiness and many fine foals to brighten their lives. Do you accept Circe as your lifetime mate, Tibor?" he asked.
"I accept and take her as my mate," Tibor said.
"Do you accept Tibor as your lifetime mate, Circe?" Valinar asked.
"I accept and take him as my mate," Circe said.
"Then as chieftain I accept and bless your bond. You may kiss your mate, Tibor," Valinar said.
Circe and Tibor engaged in a long kiss as the Centaurs clapped and cheered. They finally broke apart panting a bit.
"Let the reception begin!" Valinar cried and the Centaurs went wild.
Jaisia shoved a overfilled mug into Legolas's hands, some of it' s contents slopping over the rim. "Drink up, sweet cheeks! There is plenty more where that came from!" she said and drained hers in one drought.
Legolas took a drink of his and was hard pressed not to spit it out all over the ground. It was bitter. "What is this?" he asked.
"True Centaur brewed ale, is it not delicious?" Jaisia said, looking at him expectantly.
"Delicious," Legolas agreed with a weak smile. When Jaisia turned away to refill her mug Legolas emptied his on the ground, hoping it wouldn't kill the grass.
Legolas soon found that Centaurs were even more enthusiastic drinkers then Dwarves and had an equal tolerance for liquor. By midnight most of the Centaurs were very tipsy and the newly mated pair had snuck off. Legolas doubted any of the tribe had noticed or would have cared if they had. He had got numerous slaps and pinches on the arse that night. He was sure he was going to have bruises in some very strange places come morning. He managed to get to his shelter unseen and slip into reverie.
When Legolas woke up it was very quiet. He wasn't surprised. It was likely that everyone was nursing huge hangovers after last night. He chuckled to himself. He cleaned up and dressed then left his shelter. No one was up just like he thought, but it was only a little pass sunrise. He realized this was his chance for a long, leisurely swim without being disturbed. He headed eagerly for the river. Once there he stripped and dove it. After a long enjoyable swim Legolas stretched out in the sun to dry off. By the time he was dry and dressed the others were starting to move around.
Jaisia plodded up to the edge of the river with a bucket. She saw him and managed a wan smile. "Morning, sweet cheeks," she said.
"Morning," Legolas said, rather amused by her bedraggled appearance. "I trust you slept especially well."
Jaisia stuck her tongue out at him and filled the bucket. Turning, she headed back to her parents' shelter.
Chuckling and looking forward to teasing her all morning, Legolas followed her….
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A light chapter before I get into the meat…..R/R please!