He was standing there, at the end of the large chamber. Long semi-circled tables were forming a long corridor from the door to his feet. The corridor was covered with lilies and lavenders (of course the design of the hall belonged to Regis as it did the design of Catti-brie's dress). All his friends were standing around wearing smiles from ear to ear. All, except three. Two of them had a quite convincing reason to be absence - they would appear in a few seconds from the door in front of him. The third…the elf shook his head. He loved his father, and nothing would make this day happier than it already was, as if Zak could be standing near him along with Wulfgar, Regis and Guenhwyvar. But some how the drow could feel his father's presence, he always did…
Suddenly he froze. The door started to open slowly…
Catti felt her knees beginning to tremble while her father was opening the door. When they finally entered she thought she is going to fall down. Everybody in the hall fell silent for a few seconds.
But both, Catti-brie and Drizzt found them everlasting. The woman was looking in astonishment to the drow she has come to love so deeply. For once he was not wearing armor neither his dark green cloak was hanging down his shoulders. Instead he was wearing a white shirt, with a silver unicorn embroidered on his chest, matching with white birches. His new grey boots with mithril patterns at the edge were reaching his knees. The drow had his white hair made a pony-tale, and just two slender braids were drooping from his temples. Only his scimitars clenched on his silvery belt reminded that he after all he was a ranger.
"He is even more handsome now!" Catti-brie muttered without noticing that she said that aloud. Bruenor only nodded in agreement. Even from the point of view of a male and a dwarf Drizzt actually was handsome. Shaking his head once more he had to almost drag his daughter all the way through the hall since her own legs refused to move.
Seeing her approaching, Drizzt was thanking all the possible and impossible gods that he was not supposed to move. Right now he wasn't able even to move his eyelids to blink, to say nothing of bending a leg to make a step! His thoughts and gaze were centered just on Catti-brie. She was wearing a dress, which by itself was strange. But the most interesting and beautiful thing was the way she moved (by this time Cat didn't need the dwarf's help). It seemed that she had spent her entire live wearing in a dress and those delicate shoes which were n her right now. She moved with an elven grace. Dizzt's gaze slipped from her feet to her legs, hips, belly, chest, throat, face… she was looking at him. He felt hypnotized with those soul-cutting eyes. Nothing mattered to him anymore! Just those eyes…
As the drow couldn't appreciate all the beautifulness of Catti-brie's costume all the others willingly accepted the task, thinking that Regis made the dress mostly for the masculine part of the guests. Everybody respected Catti-brie and they respected Drizzt, but is it bad to stare at the angel when you see one? 'No'- was the fast answer that came in everybody's head as they saw the woman's beautiful form cross the room. Her dress had a long slit in a 'V' form at the front which widened in the belly area, that way concealing the already round belly. The shoulders were nude so there were some lacings at the breast level to support the dress. The sleeves were long with cuts all the way from the shoulders to the wrists. And the edges were falling down the dress's long skirt. All the borders had silvery patterns. Even pregnant she was gorgeous!
When Catti finally reached the drow Bruenor kissed her in the cheek and made a step to the left to put himself by Regis' side.
"Nervous, elf" Cat said teasingly to the still-hypnotized Drizzt. To tell the truth she also was very nervous but this phrase calmed herself a bit.
"With you, always!" he said with a smile and gave her a tender kiss planting one hand in her nape. She willingly responded without caring even a bit that they were in the middle of a ceremony. Suddenly a heavy kick made Drizzt groan. He stopped the kiss and looked down where the dwarf was standing with the face 'I'll use your head as a mop!' The couple laughed and turned to the cleric (Stamped it was) which was about to marry them…
At the end of the ceremony when Stamped asked if anybody had something to object to the marriage (of course nobody said nothing) Drizzt again plant his hand on now-his-wife's nape to continue their so roughly interrupted kiss. All of a sudden a slightly familiar voice shouted:
"I object!"
In a moment the scimitars were in Drizzt's hands as he realized that the phrase was told in the drow language. Everybody was looking at him in astonishment. But soon the center of attention changed as the owner of the voice decided to show up. His two mithril 'hands' were hitting against each other producing myriads of sparkles.
"I object!" the svirfneblin said again but more calmly this time "I object, this marriage to be finished without my presence!" he finished with a smile.
"How did you get to know about it!" asked Drizzt. He couldn't believe his eyes! He was wrong a few minutes ago there was something that could make this day happier!
"Magga Kammara, elf, Magga Kammara" he said with a grin.
Everybody relaxed visibly then. They remembered the gnome.
Drizzt didn't want to spend more time waiting. He grabbed Catti-brie in his embrace and finally finished the long-suffering kiss….