[A/N]
Hey, hey! I hoped that you people liked my last chapter! Grin. I know I did!! Well, here is the wedding, those bunnies finally overwhelmed me and were throwing rotten carrots at me. Blah. Nasty bunnies. Takes out 22mm shotgun. Well, enjoy! Thinks for a second. AND REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Five – Revenge
"How're ye doin' Cat?" Delly asked quietly as she walked into the young woman's room, and hour before the ceremony. "Ye're lookin' nervous."
Catti-brie smiled slightly as she looked down at her hands. Yes, of course she was nervous. What bride wouldn't be? She was binding herself to someone for the rest of her life-someone that would live for centuries after her death. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes. When she opened them Serenity had just entered the room, a knowing smile on her face and her infant son bouncing happily on her hip in a sling.
"I know how you feel." She said softly, settling the baby in her friend's lap and pulling back some of the hair from Catti-brie's face. "With all those people watching...it's difficult. When Gabriel and I were married, we had the ceremony in private, but later we had had one in front of the rest of the people, more like a symbolic wedding. It was a lot more difficult the second time."
Catti-brie listened as she played with the little Luchiélt boy. He played with a little carved figure that his father had made and given to him. She smiled as she heard little Adrian giggle happily. Serenity spoke quietly to the young woman, with Delly adding in some comments of her own as the Luchién women placed her auburn hair into careful braids.
"It was nerve wrackin' when I be marryin' Wulfgar." She said quietly, holding her own son as he giggled and laughed at the toy that had been carved out of scrimshaw by Regis. "Only, there were less people there, and it was...well...different t' be marryin' a barbarian man."
Catti-brie chuckled slightly. The talking was easing some of her nerves. Some, not all. She was still trembling slightly as Serenity carefully placed the circlet of silver upon her brow. The diamonds that had been placed upon it glittered and sparkled in the light that filtered in through the tent flap. Tents had been erected on the field where the wedding was to be held. So far it had been a perfect day-the birds were singing and flowers were in bloom, standing in with their brightly colored petals. There wasn't even a cloud in the sky.
"I just can't believe that everythin's been happenin' so fast. It seems like only yesterday I had a week until the wedding...until, well..." Her voice faltered slightly as she began fiddling with the edge of the silk sleeve of her gown. "I don't know why though..."
Serenity laughed softly as she realized what the young woman was talking about. "All brides are nervous about their wedding night with their husbands. It's only natural, unless of course, the bride has already spent a night with her husband before the wedding." Catti-brie noticed the blush that had crept up the Luchiélt High Lady's neck and into her pale cheeks. "I was the first time I was with Gabriel. But..." She hesitated before adding this. "...He was gentle; like he was afraid I would break. If they truly care for you, than you'll be able to tell."
Catti-brie blushed at the mention of that. Yes, that was probably the thing that she was the most nervous about, yet it still sort of embarrassed her.
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In his tent, Drizzt was faring no better with his own bout of nerves. All these people...suddenly he wished that they hadn't invited so many people to the wedding. Maybe they should've held a more private ceremony in another, smaller temple. He leaned his hands against the small table that had been placed there with a modest wash bin and pitcher of water. He looked up to stare into his reflection. His lavender eyes showed the hesitation that he felt deep inside of him. Why now? Why was he hesitating now?
"Nervous?" The soft, familiar voice made the ranger start violently, not having noticed the person entering the room. "It's only natural."
Gabriel chuckled as the drow turned a mock glare on him. Drizzt frowned as Gabriel chuckled. He hated it when the Luchién Lord read his mind without his noticing it. It could be rather disturbing at times.
"I suppose that you came to try and calm my nerves?" The ranger said, beginning to pace back and forth, twining a lock of white hair between his fingers, since with the circlet already in place, he couldn't run his fingers through it as he normally did when nervous. "Or are you only here to read my mind?"
Gabriel chuckled. "Nay, my friend. I am here only to tell you that Cadderly has said that it is time for you to make your way to the alter, as the ceremony will begin in about fifteen minutes."
Drizzt swallowed audibly and followed the Luchién High Lord out of the tent that had been erected. There were people gathering and beginning to sit down in chairs that had been setup before the tall arch that would serve as something for them to stand under during the ceremony. It was made of white marble, with carvings of roses that looped and swirled around the entire arch. Other flowers, like baby's breath and tulips were also carved into the magnificently carved archway. A master painter had painted the stems, leaves and flowers, making the images and carvings seem so real.
"The last week went by so quickly." He said softly to himself as he looked around, trying to still the fine trembling that had started in his body.
"It always seems to do that when you're really looking forward to something." Gabriel gave a small smile of understanding as he looked back at the drow. "Or, even if you're not looking forward to something."
"True."
With that final word, the Luchiélt leader walked off, leaving Drizzt standing at near the archway, with Cadderly walking towards him with his usual attire of tan pants and tunic with a sky blue cape and leather boots. He had removed his hat for the ceremony. His young eyes sparkled as he looked up at the ranger. Drizzt's lavender eyes widened. The spell that had been upon was indeed reversing. Cadderly looked as if he was only seventeen now!
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"Come on, Catti-brie," Danica said eagerly as the young woman slowly walked from her tent. "The wedding is going to begin soon!"
Catti-brie nodded slowly, not trusting her stomach enough to open her mouth. Gods! She had never been so nervous in her entire life! It felt as if the butterflies in her stomach had increased in both number and activity! She swallowed thickly as they made their way to the field. Bruenor walked out of the back isle, wearing his mithril armor, ready to walk his daughter down the isle and give her over to her husband. She smiled slightly when she reached him. The smile grew when she saw Mikhail and Colson standing together; ready to go down the isle before them as the Flower Girl and Ring Bearer.
At the almost exact moment, the music began to play and the two young children began to walk down the isle, Colson a few feet ahead of Mikhail. She was wearing a little white dress that had dark blue ribbons along the edges. On her head was a crown of little violets with blue ribbons going through her black hair. Mikhail wore a dark blue tunic and leggings, his pale blonde hair pulled back from his face with little braids and a silver circlet on his brow. Catti-brie smiled as she watched them both.
When they had reached the archway, the music slowly changed cueing for her to begin her walk down the isle. Drizzt was already standing in front of Cadderly, facing her, with a gentle smile on his face.
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Drizzt had to resist the urge to opening gape at Catti-brie. His nerves and hesitations disappeared as a smile appeared on his face as he watched her walk down the isle.
Her auburn hair had been pulled up in a complicated twist of braids with small, delicate curls on the sides of her face to her bared shoulders. A circlet of mithril rested on her forehead and thin earrings of pearl hung from her ears. Around her neck she wore a necklace of pearls. Her eyes had been lined with a thin layer of dark blue powder, bringing out the deep color of her eyes.
The dress was made of creamy white silk and edged with white diamonds and sapphires, sparkling in the sunlight. The bodice pulled tightly against her slender, delicate feminine curves and fell in soft, silken waves to just barely brush the ground. In her hands she held a dozen roses that had been enchanted to become the same dark blue of her eyes.
She smiled at him, the butterflies in her stomach suddenly disappearing. Ever since that night, at that banquet, she had been wondering if she would ever see him wearing something that was so fitting for nobility.
The tunic and leggings that he wore were made of silver clothe and the under-tunic was of a pale lavender that matched the color of his eyes. His boots were of white leather as was the belt he wore. A mithril circlet encrusted with tiny, pale amethysts rested upon his brow and three thin rings of the silvery gold metal looped though the upper point of his left ear. A cloak of a dark, rich violet hung over his right shoulder and was pushed back from his left. The clasp was a star of the finest craftsmanship that she had yet seen.
As her and her father reached the archway, her smile widened as she took his outstretched hand, stepping away from Bruenor. She stepped in place besides him, her fingers loosely entwined with his. His smile widened and he gave her a loving look before they both turned to face Cadderly. He smiled at the couple, noting the deep love between the two of them.
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[A/N]
Well, I'll leave it at that. Laughs. I am so evil. Review if you want to find out what happens!!! Shares mischievous grin with plot bunnies. What?
Hey, hey! I hoped that you people liked my last chapter! Grin. I know I did!! Well, here is the wedding, those bunnies finally overwhelmed me and were throwing rotten carrots at me. Blah. Nasty bunnies. Takes out 22mm shotgun. Well, enjoy! Thinks for a second. AND REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Five – Revenge
"How're ye doin' Cat?" Delly asked quietly as she walked into the young woman's room, and hour before the ceremony. "Ye're lookin' nervous."
Catti-brie smiled slightly as she looked down at her hands. Yes, of course she was nervous. What bride wouldn't be? She was binding herself to someone for the rest of her life-someone that would live for centuries after her death. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes. When she opened them Serenity had just entered the room, a knowing smile on her face and her infant son bouncing happily on her hip in a sling.
"I know how you feel." She said softly, settling the baby in her friend's lap and pulling back some of the hair from Catti-brie's face. "With all those people watching...it's difficult. When Gabriel and I were married, we had the ceremony in private, but later we had had one in front of the rest of the people, more like a symbolic wedding. It was a lot more difficult the second time."
Catti-brie listened as she played with the little Luchiélt boy. He played with a little carved figure that his father had made and given to him. She smiled as she heard little Adrian giggle happily. Serenity spoke quietly to the young woman, with Delly adding in some comments of her own as the Luchién women placed her auburn hair into careful braids.
"It was nerve wrackin' when I be marryin' Wulfgar." She said quietly, holding her own son as he giggled and laughed at the toy that had been carved out of scrimshaw by Regis. "Only, there were less people there, and it was...well...different t' be marryin' a barbarian man."
Catti-brie chuckled slightly. The talking was easing some of her nerves. Some, not all. She was still trembling slightly as Serenity carefully placed the circlet of silver upon her brow. The diamonds that had been placed upon it glittered and sparkled in the light that filtered in through the tent flap. Tents had been erected on the field where the wedding was to be held. So far it had been a perfect day-the birds were singing and flowers were in bloom, standing in with their brightly colored petals. There wasn't even a cloud in the sky.
"I just can't believe that everythin's been happenin' so fast. It seems like only yesterday I had a week until the wedding...until, well..." Her voice faltered slightly as she began fiddling with the edge of the silk sleeve of her gown. "I don't know why though..."
Serenity laughed softly as she realized what the young woman was talking about. "All brides are nervous about their wedding night with their husbands. It's only natural, unless of course, the bride has already spent a night with her husband before the wedding." Catti-brie noticed the blush that had crept up the Luchiélt High Lady's neck and into her pale cheeks. "I was the first time I was with Gabriel. But..." She hesitated before adding this. "...He was gentle; like he was afraid I would break. If they truly care for you, than you'll be able to tell."
Catti-brie blushed at the mention of that. Yes, that was probably the thing that she was the most nervous about, yet it still sort of embarrassed her.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
In his tent, Drizzt was faring no better with his own bout of nerves. All these people...suddenly he wished that they hadn't invited so many people to the wedding. Maybe they should've held a more private ceremony in another, smaller temple. He leaned his hands against the small table that had been placed there with a modest wash bin and pitcher of water. He looked up to stare into his reflection. His lavender eyes showed the hesitation that he felt deep inside of him. Why now? Why was he hesitating now?
"Nervous?" The soft, familiar voice made the ranger start violently, not having noticed the person entering the room. "It's only natural."
Gabriel chuckled as the drow turned a mock glare on him. Drizzt frowned as Gabriel chuckled. He hated it when the Luchién Lord read his mind without his noticing it. It could be rather disturbing at times.
"I suppose that you came to try and calm my nerves?" The ranger said, beginning to pace back and forth, twining a lock of white hair between his fingers, since with the circlet already in place, he couldn't run his fingers through it as he normally did when nervous. "Or are you only here to read my mind?"
Gabriel chuckled. "Nay, my friend. I am here only to tell you that Cadderly has said that it is time for you to make your way to the alter, as the ceremony will begin in about fifteen minutes."
Drizzt swallowed audibly and followed the Luchién High Lord out of the tent that had been erected. There were people gathering and beginning to sit down in chairs that had been setup before the tall arch that would serve as something for them to stand under during the ceremony. It was made of white marble, with carvings of roses that looped and swirled around the entire arch. Other flowers, like baby's breath and tulips were also carved into the magnificently carved archway. A master painter had painted the stems, leaves and flowers, making the images and carvings seem so real.
"The last week went by so quickly." He said softly to himself as he looked around, trying to still the fine trembling that had started in his body.
"It always seems to do that when you're really looking forward to something." Gabriel gave a small smile of understanding as he looked back at the drow. "Or, even if you're not looking forward to something."
"True."
With that final word, the Luchiélt leader walked off, leaving Drizzt standing at near the archway, with Cadderly walking towards him with his usual attire of tan pants and tunic with a sky blue cape and leather boots. He had removed his hat for the ceremony. His young eyes sparkled as he looked up at the ranger. Drizzt's lavender eyes widened. The spell that had been upon was indeed reversing. Cadderly looked as if he was only seventeen now!
... ... ... ... ... ...
"Come on, Catti-brie," Danica said eagerly as the young woman slowly walked from her tent. "The wedding is going to begin soon!"
Catti-brie nodded slowly, not trusting her stomach enough to open her mouth. Gods! She had never been so nervous in her entire life! It felt as if the butterflies in her stomach had increased in both number and activity! She swallowed thickly as they made their way to the field. Bruenor walked out of the back isle, wearing his mithril armor, ready to walk his daughter down the isle and give her over to her husband. She smiled slightly when she reached him. The smile grew when she saw Mikhail and Colson standing together; ready to go down the isle before them as the Flower Girl and Ring Bearer.
At the almost exact moment, the music began to play and the two young children began to walk down the isle, Colson a few feet ahead of Mikhail. She was wearing a little white dress that had dark blue ribbons along the edges. On her head was a crown of little violets with blue ribbons going through her black hair. Mikhail wore a dark blue tunic and leggings, his pale blonde hair pulled back from his face with little braids and a silver circlet on his brow. Catti-brie smiled as she watched them both.
When they had reached the archway, the music slowly changed cueing for her to begin her walk down the isle. Drizzt was already standing in front of Cadderly, facing her, with a gentle smile on his face.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Drizzt had to resist the urge to opening gape at Catti-brie. His nerves and hesitations disappeared as a smile appeared on his face as he watched her walk down the isle.
Her auburn hair had been pulled up in a complicated twist of braids with small, delicate curls on the sides of her face to her bared shoulders. A circlet of mithril rested on her forehead and thin earrings of pearl hung from her ears. Around her neck she wore a necklace of pearls. Her eyes had been lined with a thin layer of dark blue powder, bringing out the deep color of her eyes.
The dress was made of creamy white silk and edged with white diamonds and sapphires, sparkling in the sunlight. The bodice pulled tightly against her slender, delicate feminine curves and fell in soft, silken waves to just barely brush the ground. In her hands she held a dozen roses that had been enchanted to become the same dark blue of her eyes.
She smiled at him, the butterflies in her stomach suddenly disappearing. Ever since that night, at that banquet, she had been wondering if she would ever see him wearing something that was so fitting for nobility.
The tunic and leggings that he wore were made of silver clothe and the under-tunic was of a pale lavender that matched the color of his eyes. His boots were of white leather as was the belt he wore. A mithril circlet encrusted with tiny, pale amethysts rested upon his brow and three thin rings of the silvery gold metal looped though the upper point of his left ear. A cloak of a dark, rich violet hung over his right shoulder and was pushed back from his left. The clasp was a star of the finest craftsmanship that she had yet seen.
As her and her father reached the archway, her smile widened as she took his outstretched hand, stepping away from Bruenor. She stepped in place besides him, her fingers loosely entwined with his. His smile widened and he gave her a loving look before they both turned to face Cadderly. He smiled at the couple, noting the deep love between the two of them.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
[A/N]
Well, I'll leave it at that. Laughs. I am so evil. Review if you want to find out what happens!!! Shares mischievous grin with plot bunnies. What?