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A/N: Since there were people intrigued by the idea of Glorfindel, Erestor, and Lindir helping Elrond get with Celebrian, here ya go. This may take a while like the last one, so please be patient with me and don't be afraid to pester me for an update. Hope you enjoy!


Another Time in Imladris

Prologue

"Of course it will have to take place in Imladris," Erestor said as he glared at Glorfindel. They had done nothing but argue about their plans for Elrond's engagement and wedding since they got there. Some points were more inane than others. "You can't expect a ruling lord to have his wedding anywhere but his own realm."

"I think you are dismissing Lord Celeborn's capabilities," Glorfindel retorted. "If he is anything remotely like the High King he will do all he can to delay the nuptials. He could easily make the location a condition that Elrond will have to abide by. We could find ourselves hauling banquet tables up to Caradhras or hanging garlands in Dwarrowdelf."

"Not if they are already here," Erestor said, furiously pointing at the ground. "If Lord Elrond asks for Celebrían's hand and she accepts, there is nothing Lord Celeborn can do if they are wed shortly after that."

"So what you're saying is that when we get Lady Celebrían here and Elrond asks her to marry him, we have the wedding immediately afterward?" he asked with a raised brow. Erestor nodded.

"Precisely! Then nothing can be done, no one can interject, and Lord Celeborn will have to abide by his daughter's decision," Erestor said with a half grin on his face. "Of course he will no doubt be furious for a couple of hundred years, but once his grandchildren are born I am confident that all will be forgiven and forgotten."

"So the plan is to get Lady Celebrían here, sing Elrond's praises for a few weeks, and then when he proposes we have the wedding," Glorfindel said with a raised brow.

"Four weeks should be sufficient time for her to fall in love with Elrond," Erestor said. "Of course we shall have to prepare a wedding on top of everything else, but I am confident that you, Lindir, and I can manage."

"Of course we can, and I've already planned and executed several weddings myself," Glorfindel said with no small measure of pride.

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"I don't like this," Lindir said as he stood in one of the darkened wine cellars with Erestor and Glorfindel late one evening. It was where they usually met when they wanted to avoid prying ears. "I think we should tell Lord Elrond; how can we plan his wedding without him knowing?"

"Believe me, it's best if he didn't know," Erestor replied, his arms folded tightly across his chest. "Elrond's had… difficulty talking to Celebrían in the past, he may find everything to be too overbearing. All he needs to do is focus on is her, we'll handle everything else."

"I'll help him with the Lady Celebrían," Glorfindel said, refilling his pilfered cup from the wine cask he leaned against. "Love can make you jittery and nervous, and I can get him to overcome that."

"But still, four weeks is impossible!" Lindir said. "Elrond is our friend, and we all know full well he could win her affection if he chose, but that's not the issue! It takes a long time to get a banquet like that prepared. And don't get me started on the cake!"

"How long would it take you to create a menu and gather the supplies?" Erestor asked. He was starting to sound like an army captain.

"It depends," Lindir said. "It may take longer depending on what is in season and what I have in the stores."

"We should really decide on a date first, then see to the details," Glorfindel said before taking a sip of his drink. "We still don't know how we're going to get her here!"

"That is where you're wrong," Erestor said as he withdrew a folded piece of parchment and held it aloft. "The High King is coming here to discuss what needs to be done to make us a supply base should war with Sauron begin again. As well as discuss potential logistics, troop numbers, and so on. It's the perfect opportunity to invite dignitaries from Lothlórien to participate."

Glorfindel's eyes widened with glee while Lindir blanched.

"You mean I'm going to have to prepare a wedding feast on top of catering for the High King's court!" Lindir cried. "Do you have any idea how much work that is!"

"Then I suggest you start planning and stocking up now," Erestor retorted. "I'm sick and tired of seeing Elrond mope and pine after her. He's been doing it since the last time he saw her, which was over three hundred years ago. It's more than obvious he's not going to reach out to her, so we have to do it for him."

"And you know how Erestor hates it when someone mopes," Glorfindel grinned at Lindir.

"It's more like I can't stand to see anyone languish so much and then not do anything to fix the problem," he said. "And Lindir is right, Elrond is a ruling lord and a trusted confidant of the King. Lady Celebrían couldn't find a better match than him."

"Oh yes, because ladies are only interested in titles and who your friends are," Glorfindel said, swirling the contents in his glass. "You and I both know there's so much more than that, and that Elrond is going to have to work hard to win her affection."

Erestor narrowed his gaze at the Balrog Slayer. He knew what Glorfindel was trying to get him to say, but he wasn't going to fall into that trap. Especially not in front of Lindir. No, he could easily counter this.

"You know I don't often give complements, but Elrond is one of the wisest, kindest, and gentlest people in all of Arda," he said. "He should have no trouble as long as he doesn't get nervous."

"Why Erestor!" Lindir beamed. "That's the nicest thing I think I've ever heard you say about someone."

The dark Elf shot Lindir a warning glare, one which Lindir interpreted to mean that he should never repeat what was just heard. Or else.

"You know, I for one am excited about all this," Glorfindel said. "I love weddings, and I can't wait to see all of Imladris dressed in garlands and flowers."

"You're only excited because you're going to spend the whole wedding feast drinking and dancing," Erestor retorted, placing the parchment back in his pocket. "You do it every time."

"You know Erestor, you should try to have fun sometimes, you might actually like it," Glorfindel grinned.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" Lindir said. "Erestor has fun by messing with people in the worst way. Last time his target was Lord Elrond, and he nearly went mad because Erestor was breaking into his personal medicinal cabinets in the infirmary and rearranging the contents. Not to mention he was slowly stealing all of Elrond's pens and paper, then dumped them all back in his desk at the end of the month, amongst other things."

"Oh, so that's what happened?" Glorfindel said. He recalled Elrond looking confused and irritated for a few weeks, and complained that someone kept moving things around in his cabinets, even though he was the only one who had a key. He was also frustrated because he would leave something somewhere and later return to find it had either been moved or gone missing.

Glorfindel found this sliver of information hilariously illuminating.

"The next time you do that, can I help?" he asked.

Erestor wasted no time in responding: "No."

"I still have my doubts about all this though," Lindir said, going back to their original conversation. "What if we go through all this trouble and nothing happens? We'll have wasted so much time, effort, and supplies."

"I've made contingency plans, but at the very least I strongly believe Elrond and Celebrían will be engaged by the end of it all," Erestor said. "And even if Elrond decides he's just going to hide from her under the tables like he did during Midwinter in Lindon eleven hundred years ago, we'll have enough guests here to distribute the food to during mealtimes. No one will be the wiser."

Lindir considered this while Glorfindel's brow knitted in confusion.

"He hid under the tables?" the Vanya asked, while Erestor released a disgusted sigh. The only fond memory from that episode was that he kicked Elrond each time Celebrían walked by, hoping she'd hear him yelp.

"It would be easy to slip in extra dishes and desserts at supper," Lindir said as he thought. "And I'm certain that the High King's retainers and guards would appreciate more food, as well as those from Lothlórien, should everything go awry."

"Are you satisfied now?" Erestor asked. Lindir nodded. "Are we all in agreement then?"

"You already know that I will devote myself wholly and completely to this task until it is done," Glorfindel said, then turned his warm gaze to Lindir before adding, "I'm such a romantic at heart."

Erestor rolled his eyes.

"Of course I'll assist if it is to help Lord Elrond," Lindir said. "Though I'm doing this against my better judgement since it will be me and my staff that will bear the brunt of all this."

"Good, I'll start on the invitations while Lindir writes his menu and lists," Erestor said. "Glorfindel, you can help Elrond get himself together before Lady Celebrían arrives."

"Oh, oh!" Glorfindel cried as he raised his hand. "Can we come up with a clever name for this? Like we do with our battle plans?"

Erestor and Lindir wasted no time answering: "No."

Glorfindel scoffed.

"I'm going to come up with one anyway."