Author's Note: Thank you all for your lovely reviews! Here's a longer chapter for you. It looks like there're going to be 4 chapters, after all. o_o Didn't realize how long this story was.
Chapter 3
"Here's the food for the reception!" called Haldir, who was carrying several questionable looking boxes.
"What food?" asked Orophin, paling. "I forgot to book catering services."
"I know you did," said Haldir, rolling his eyes. "It's extremely lucky that I just happen to work for Lothlorien Sun Food Co. You wanted vegetarian meals, right?"
"Yes…" said Orophin, rather dazed. He hadn't known Haldir worked for Lothlorien Sun Food Co. He must have not been paying attention when Haldir had told him before.
Haldir set the boxes on the counter. There were five of them.
"Is that all there is?" asked Orophin. He remembered what Galadriel had said about a big wedding.
"Of course not," said Haldir. "I've got a huge truck out back filled to the brim. Do you think you can get half a dozen elves to help me carry it in?"
"Orophin!" called a voice, as Rumil pushed his way through the crowds of elves in the venue's kitchen, "why didn't you tell me I was going to be the wedding photographer? I only brought my iPhone to take selfies with, and now I have to run all the way home to get my camera!"
"Oops," said Orophin. "Sorry...I forgot."
Rumil tossed his long golden locks. "You forget everything," he huffed. "And Lady Galadriel told me to tell you that she needed six bridesmaids dresses and nine groomsmen suits, not the other way round."
"Well isn't that handy," said Tauriel, who was passing by just then, just in time to keep Orophin from fainting. She was a seamstress and had made the outfits. "I thought you told me nine suits and nine dresses the first time, until you set me straight, so I've got three extra suites for the other groomsmen to wear!"
Orophin sighed in relief. He probably had told her to make nine suits and nine dresses, but it was a good thing. That could have become awkward. And Celeborn was footing the bill, anyway.
Haldir and the other elves came in with a fresh load of boxes, and Orophin took the opportunity to open one. It contained lembas and some nasty looking green stuff.
"Don't worry," whispered Haldir. "I ordered pizza for us."
"Pizza?" cried Glorfindel. "I'm hanging out with you guys!"
Orophin winced. He wished Haldir didn't whisper quite so loudly.
"Orophin," said a voice, and Thranduil Elvenking appeared, looking fabulous, as always. "I hear you are the wedding coordinator?"
"Yes," said Orophin, rather flustered in the presence of the fabulous Party King of Mirkwood.
"Then I suppose I should surrender the Dorwinion I brought to your care?" said Thranduil, looking down the bridge of his nose at him rather like Rumil did sometimes...only more like he wanted to step on him and squish you unless you got out of his way than he wanted to shoot you unless you admitted he was the prettiest elf of them all, like Rumil.
"Oh Valar!" cried Orophin. "I forgot to order the twenty gallons of Dorwinion!"
"Yes, you did," said Thranduil. "But it matter not, since I brought twenty barrels for the reception anyway."
"Thank you," said Orophin, collecting his scattered dignity and what little fabulousness he had ever had. "That is a kingly gift…"
"Oh, it's not a gift," said Thranduil, rolling his eyes fabulously and haughtily. He probably would have tossed his head as well, if it were fabulous enough. "I'm selling it," he explained...or would have explained, if explaining had been fabulous enough.
"Oh, right, of course…" stammered Orophin, all last shreds of dignity and fabulousness gone as Thranduil swept off.
"Orophin!" called a voice. Orophin turned to see Lindir. "Are you the wedding coordinator?"
"Yes…" said Orophin, wondering what he had forgotten now.
"Am I supposed to play the wedding march? I didn't hear anything about it, but I brought my music just in case."
"Yes, yes," said Orophin. "I forgot to call you, but you're supposed to play the wedding march and Happy Birthday."
"Where is the wedding coordinator?" boomed a deep voice.
Orophin dodged Galion, who was rolling in a barrel of Dorwinion, and looked about for the owner of the voice. "I'm the wedding coordinator!" he called.
Saruman appeared, followed by Gandalf, Radagast, and two blue wizards whose names Orophin had quite forgotten. "I have a question," said Saruman. "I did not receive a call for my services to marry that happy couple. Who is to perform the service?
"Mithrandir is," said Galadriel, appearing just then. "Orophin was instructed to notify him."
"I forgot," said Orophin. His life was awful. He should go jump off a bridge.
"But I am the head of our order," protested Saruman, ignoring him. "And what's more, I already have homily written out!"
"And as I was not notified," put in Gandalf, "I am wholly unprepared. Saruman had best do it."
Galadriel frowned slightly, but nodded. "Very well," she said, and swept away.
"Orophin," called Glorfindel, as the group dispersed, "are the decorations supposed to be red or pink?"
"Red!" shouted Thranduil's young son, Legolas, appearing at his right elbow.
"Pink!" cried Feren, appearing over his left shoulder.
Orophin consulted his sparkly white notebook. "White, with pink accents," he said.
"How can I help?" asked Gil-galad, arriving just then.
"You can light the candles," said Orophin.
"I want to light the candles!" shouted Legolas.
Thranduil grabbed him by the ear. "You are not going within two miles of a candle," he said firmly.
"I want to light the candles!" cried Haldir, thumping the last load of boxes on the floor.
"There's plenty for both of you," said Orophin handing them each a box of matches.
Galadriel appeared again. "Is everything going fine?" she asked.
"Yes," Orophin lied. "Quite well, thank you. Oh, and Best Wishes, Lady Galadriel."
"Thank you," said Galadriel, smiling creepily. "I'm having a wonderful birthday." She turned on her heel and left.
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