Author's Note: Thank you, all my wondrous reviewers! Rumil is very happy that some of you think he's pretty (he couldn't care less about being creepy...). This time this really is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4

Orophin collapsed in a chair. He really did need to make a career change. He was exhausted, and the wedding hadn't even started yet.

"Where is my groomsman outfit?" asked Glorfindel, appearing suddenly with white and pink tinsel on his head. Orophin personally thought he looked ridiculous, but he was obviously proud of his head gear.

"And mine?" asked Gil-galad, appearing next to Glorfindel with scorched spots on his robes.

"And mine?" asked Erestor, appearing next to Gil-galad with ink on his nose and in his hair.

"And mine?" asked Thranduil, appearing next to Erestor with the twigs in his crown askew.

"And mine?" asked Cirdan, appearing next to Thranduil and trying to get Legolas to stop pulling his hair.

"And mine?" asked Lindir, appearing next to Cirdan and stooping to pick up the sheets of music which kept falling from his grasp.

"And mine?" asked Gildor, appearing next to Lindir and looking surprisingly fresh and un-busy.

"And mine?" asked Galdor, appearing next to Gildor and poking him surreptitiously.

"And mine?" asked Feren, appearing next to Galdor, and glaring at him to stop poking Gildor.

"You're all the groomsmen?" asked Orophin. No one told him these things.

"Of course," they said in unison.

"The men's dressing talan is right this way," said Orophin, leading the way.

"Eek!" cried Glorfindel when Orophin began mounting the stairs to the talan. "I'm scared of heights."

"You're scared of heights?" asked Gil-galad, looking at him askance.

"You're scared of heights?" asked Thranduil, looking shocked and condescending.

"It comes of falling off a cliff with a balrog," explained Glorfindel.

This did not seem to much brighten Gil-galad and Thranduil's mood, especially when Glorfindel staunchly refused to climb the stairs. By dint of Erestor pulling and Gildor pushing, they finally got him into the talan.

There they found Rumil prinking in front of the mirror. "Do I look pretty, Orophin?" he asked, looking down the bridge of his nose at him in that certain way.

"What?" asked Orophin. He had been wondering if he could just hide in the dressingroom until the wedding was over and hadn't been listening.

"Hurry!" cried Haldir, rushing up the stairs. "The ceremony is starting!"

"Oh Elbereth!" cried Orophin. "The cake!"

"I brought the cake," said Haldir, rolling his eyes.

"Did you put the candles on it?" asked Orophin, not daring to be optimistic.

"Candles?" asked Haldir, looking puzzled.

"I have to put birthday candles on the cake!" cried Orophin, tearing at his hair.

Haldir rolled his eyes...again. "Very well, I'll help," he said.

"I won't" said Rumil prissily. "I have to photograph the wedding. Have fun." He swept down the stairs, followed by the groomsmen.

Orophin and Haldir rushed to the kitchen and feverishly started sticking candles in the cake.

"How many?" asked Haldir.

"She said as many as we can fit!" replied Orophin.

When they were finally finished, the cake looked like an overgrown, rainbow-coloured porcupine.

"We'll be scraping the wax off with spoons if we light all those," said Haldir in awe.

Orophin assented wordlessly.

"Come on!" said Haldir. "Quick! We can still get there before they bring the bride in!" he grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the ceremony talan.

They dropped into their seats just as the door opened for the bride and Orophin turned to watch her come in. Celeborn was strolling down the aisle, and on his arm he led…

"Celebrian?" gasped Orophin.

Haldir stared at him. "Who did you think was getting married?"

Author's Note: Btw, I actually know someone who knows someone whose wedding guests sang Happy Birthday to her mother at her wedding. O_O In fact, supposedly her mother planned her entire wedding, and it reminded me of Galadriel. :)

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