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Chapter 6

And so the days had gone on, filled with business and preparation for the month that was rapidly approaching.

A few snippets from the busy days:

...

Groan.

"I don't have anyone to invite! Just invite who you wish and leave me out of this!" Elíl was saying in a petulant tone. We were all frazzled with the duties that had been piling up over the days.

"Wait! Invite the Maiar!" I yelled from the kitchen.

"Okay, so that makes Finrod, Fingon, Ingwë and his family, Arafinwë and his family, along with Feänor, Elrond and family, Eärendil and Elwing, and the Maiar. That's about it, right?" Káno was asking no one in particular, and no one answered, being much too busy rushing around. He sighed at the lack of answer, turning back to the paper.

"Oh, and don't forget the Valar." Lir poked her head into the dining room and gave Káno a peck on the cheek before rushing off.

"They're going to be officiating the ceremony anyway." He mumbled.

"Yes. But it still behooves us to invite them nonetheless. You know how much they feel left out at times." Elíl piped up, and we all paused to nod.

Káno just smiled and added them to the list.

...

"Here's the rings you asked for." Uncle Jonathan called, and everyone gathered to look, oohing and ahhing over them.

Mine was a plain band of silver that was set with a single, cut sapphire ringed with tiny diamonds. It was small but practical and beautiful, and I loved it. Glorfindel's was a gold band with a row of gems, alternating with diamonds, sapphires, aquamarines, and beryls.

Elíl's was a single band of Mithril that was set with a large diamond in the center. Ecthelion's was a band of white gold with a line of diamonds. I grinned. "Diamonds are more than a girl's best friends, but also a Balrog slayers!" I giggled, ducking Elíl's swat.

Lir's ring was gold with an emerald in the center and rubies on the side. Maglor's was silver with a ruby in the center and emeralds on the sides.

"Looks great!" Aunt Carrie declared, and that was the only time we had until we had to scatter for duties... Again.

But not before Ecthelion had stolen a kiss from Elíl, as Glorfindel did me and Maglor did Lir.

...

We had already invited the Maiar several days ago when I got a call from one Maia in particular.

"Tegaladwen!" I exclaimed happily, taking a break from my work. "It's good to see you." I offered her a smile, which she barely returned.

"I don't understand." She said bluntly. "What do you hope to accomplish from this... Union?" She asked, not with antagonism, but with honest curiosity. I understood that she was genuinely confused, for as an analyzer she wanted to know.

I smiled and sat down. "And what makes you think that there is any ulterior motive?" I answered conversationally. She blinked.

"Marriages even among the Noldor are usually made for creating bonds between major houses. Not all, true, but many are, even if they are done quite willingly by both sides. As a cryptic, I must inform you that I see no benefit from this whatsoever." She said analytically.

I laughed lightly. "Because there is no ulterior motive, my friend. We do not wed for creating alliances, but rather from simply being in love. I'm sure you've heard that Elíl, Lir and I were once originally mortals. We were brought here because we were soulmates to these elves. As for the benefits, there may be some and there may be none." I shrugged.

"I wed lord Glorfindel because I love him, as do the others. Simple as that. Personally I would prefer to just do it the Sindarin way, but our status doesn't allow..." I gave her a sour look to which she cracked a smile.

"I see." She said thoughtfully, giving me a look. "Hmm, well, forgive me if I seemed crass, I did not mean for it to be so. Thank you for your enlightenment." She said.

I smiled. "It was my pleasure, my friend, to be of help- I live to serve." I answered.

She smiled thinly. "Don't we all? And as for serving, I feel that I must tell you that Glorfindel is a sadist, Ecthelion is a masochist-" she went on as I sighed inwardly, hysterical laughter bubbling up in my throat.

*She truly is something, isn't she?* Nàmo asked, sounding almost a tinge horrified.

I choked. *Yes-*

*I don't see how Ulmo puts up with her. Did you know she labeled me a sadist? A sadist! ME!* His affronted tone did me in as I began to laugh out loud, collapsing on the ground and rolling around in spasms of amusement while Tegaladwen looked on in bemusement.

"I really don't see what's so funny about Nerdanel being a masochist." She said petulantly as I howled with laughter.

...

"Yes master. That's correct- no, Wulf is his first name." I answered lord Nàmo, who was was busy sorting out the necessary paperwork for our civilian papers. I was busy stacking papers for Maranwë who had declared me a lifesaver.

"Background?" He queried hurriedly as I rattled off the required information and all such sundry issues.

"Oh, and ages." He added, and I began to list them off. Nelyo: 27- oldest of all of us 'youngsters'..." And I went on.

"Your ideas for the Elf Café have been approved of, as well as all of the other courses. Jonathan will be given the means with which to start his shop, and you will be given legal papers to begin your business. When you arrive, search out for lodgings and we will make sure that you get it. After that, you're on your own." Nàmo said, and I nodded.

"Yes master. Thank you, master. Mai oui, mon capitan." I saluted stiffly as he gave me an amused look and Maranwë snickered.

I grinned as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Padawan..."

"What!? I didn't do anything bad!"

...

"So?" Mom asked expectantly as the family gathered in the living room on a rare night where we weren't conking out as soon as we hit the pillows.

"So, what, mom?" I asked bemused.

She sighed exaggeratedly. "So are you going to have a bachelorette party?" She asked amusedly. "After all, it's just two weeks away from the big day." She said with a light laugh. Elíl and Lir and I started.

"Already!?" Lir cried. "It hasn't seemed that long..." She sighed as I slumped into Glorfindel, chewing my lip.

"I know." Elíl said weakly. "We've been so busy that we just haven't thought about it..." She winced as we nodded.

I sighed. "I suppose we should..." I said thoughtfully. Then I smiled. "We could have it at Ilmarin." I suggested with a grin.

*Oh, that would be exciting! Do come, my dears.* Vairë's voice said excitedly as the three of us half-smiled.

"Yes Ammë." I said dryly, and Elíl and Lir giggled.

"What's a bachelorette party?" Nerdanel asked, looking confused.

Aunt Carrie and mom exchanged dry looks. "It's a small, one night party where all of the single young women get together with the bride or brides, as it may be, to celebrate the upcoming wedding and at the same time the last few days of virginity." Was Aunt Carrie's answer.

The ellyn raised eyebrows as Uncle Jonathan and dad smiled knowingly. "There's also a bachelor party, if you ellyn are interested." Dad said off-handedly, causing them to exchange looks.

"Ammë invited the three of us to Ilmarin." I said happily. "I hope Atto comes, I wouldn't mind being a stuffed animal." I giggled. Everyone stared at me. "What?" I retorted. "Have you ever been cuddled by lord Nàmo?"

Then my face screwed up. "That sounds so wrong." I sighed. Everyone began to laugh at me. Glorfindel chuckled and kissed my brow.

"We all know how much you love your... Ummm... Atto, meleth." He said amusedly as I rolled my eyes at him.

"And I'm probably the only one who loves him as much as I do." I answered enigmatically, causing them to look at me with thoughtful looks on their faces. I merely gave them a knowing smile and turned back to Elíl.

"So... When do we plan?" I asked.

Lir smiled. "Two nights before the day of course." She answered.

"Good idea." Elíl said. "Do you think we ought to spend that time talking with lady Varda about IT?" She asked, giving us looks. I pursed my lips.

"Probably." I answered thoughtfully.

"Although I really wonder what they're going to say, assuming that they even know..." Lir had a pained look on her face as Elíl and I burst into laughter, to the bemusement of the ellyn and known smiles of the mothers.

"Need I remind you of Atto and Ammë!?" I choked. Lir suddenly gave us a sheepish look.

"Sorry. I was... Errm... Studiously avoiding it." She grinned.

"I have no wish to think about it either." I said with a grimace, and they nodded.

"So..."

"By the way, did I tell you the conversation I had with Tegaladwen not long ago?" I changed the subject.

They raised eyebrows, and moments later were being seen to roar with laughter at my story.

...

"Well, the invitations are sent out, all necessary preparations are finished, all the paperwork is done, and all that's really left is the big day." Elíl stated with a sigh, flopping down on the ground and sprawling out with a groan.

It was four days before THE day. Elíl, Lir, and I were silently panicking. And staying the Mordor AWAY from the three ellyn. Don't even get me started.

We were sitting in a garden in Lòrien, watching Beleg, Maeglin, Mairon, and the twins play. That is, the twins and Mairon played while Beleg and Maeglin sat on a tree branch, talking amiably together, smiling at us once in a while.

I sighed, twirling my pin in my hands. The three of us had decided to give our betrothed the pins at the wedding along with the rings. We wouldn't explain it until later, but instead merely give it to them at the same time we exchanged rings.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Elíl asked me lazily, skimming a hand along the tops of the grass. Lir rolled over to watch me.

"I'm not entirely sure." I answered. "But at the moment I think my brain is wondering who's going to hand me away at the wedding. There's Atto, dad, and Ata... I'm really confused." I groaned, rolling over and placing my head into my hands.

"Who do you want to give you away?" Elíl asked practically.

"All of them!" I answered. "And yes, even Ata." I said. "I don't care what people say, he's still my adopted father. Therefore, he should have that right." I said sourly. I didn't notice that Lir had slipped away.

"Then have both uncle Nàmo and your dad walk you down the isle. I mean, Maglor is getting married." Elíl offered. My eyes lit up.

"That's it! You could have uncle Irmo and your dad walk you down while I have my dad and Atto walk me, and Ata can walk Lir down!" I clapped my hands. "What do you think, Li-" but I noticed that she wasn't there. Elíl and I frowned at each other.

"Hmm, do you think she's upset? I mean, there's no one but lady Nienna to walk her down the isle..." Elíl mused.

"Maybe. Let me go take up the issue with her and see if I can't comfort her." I said with a shrug, standing up and trying not to look too concerned. I began to walk, following the traces that Lir had left behind through the electromagnetic wave. I finally found her sitting on the edge of lady Estë's lake listlessly.

I sat next to her, not saying anything for a while, just waiting to see if she would say something. I would have stayed there for eternity, if that's what it would have taken. She knew that.

"I love lady Nienna, but still. It doesn't seem right that I don't have a father figure to walk me down the isle." She finally said abruptly. Her voice wasn't angry, merely sad and wistful.

"I know. Which is why I was going to ask if Feänor could walk you down the isle. I mean, it is his son you're getting hitched with. He deserves some part in this." I offered. She turned to look at me, and I smiled at her softly.

"Really? You would ask him?" She asked wonderingly. I grinned.

"Sure. If only so that you don't have to ask and make him throw a fit so that I'll have to come in and save you." I teased, and she laughed.

"Yeah, that's so nice of you, sis." Then she sobered. "I agree. He should have some part in it. And besides, then I can have the honor of being able to say that Curufinwë Feänàro Finwion walked me down the isle at my wedding." She grinned. I burst into laughter, and stood, holding out my hand. She grasped it and I pulled her up.

"Well good then. We'd better head back, before Elíl decides that you've gone off to hide in a star core." I said with a grin. She giggled.

"I debated it, because Menelmacar seemed really inviting, but then decided against it." She answered, and we walked away, not even noticing the stunned look on a Reborn Teleri's face where he had heard us passing by.

...

It was evening, finally the day when Elíl, Lir and I were supposed to go to Ilmarin, and two days before THE day. I sighed, making my way down the stairs with a schedule in my hand, munching on one of Naneth's honey cookies.

I walked to the living room and paused in front of a window, scrolling through the schedule and still eating the cookie. "Hmm, hair- kriff it- preps..." I muttered, and held up the last bit of my cookie in the air absently.

I started slightly as a pair of lips caressed my fingers as they took the piece of cookie from my hand. I looked to to see Glorfindel, smiling at me through a mouthful. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Glorfindel." I mock-whined, pouting. "Go get your own cookie!"

He smirked. "But I just did." He answered slyly, pulling me into himself. "You have a crumb on your cheek." He murmured, and tilted my head as he kissed my cheek. "And here-" he moved closer to my nose. "Here-" he kissed my lower lip.

"Glorfindel!" I protested, pulling away. He sighed.

"What now?" He whined, nuzzling my neck. "I didn't do anything!"

"Stop." I retorted. "It's not proper."

"Stop what?" He breathed, feathering his lips against my ear.

"That." I answered, turning around so I could face him. Then I saw dad come into the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Yes, Glorfindel, stop that." I reiterated. "It's not proper, though Valar knows I wish I could have a Sindarin wedding and be done with it." I sighed.

Glorfindel laughed at me as dad looked puzzled. "Sindarin wedding?" He asked, and Glorfindel turned his head with a smile.

"Simple exchange of vows, rings, and then consummation of the marriage, that's it. In the ages of Beleriand they often didn't have time to hold ceremonies." I explained, giving dad a smile. "Basically a wedding with no fuss." I said cheerfully. Dad's lips quirked.

"And how exactly would that even work?" He asked. "How would people know if they were married, assuming they were too poor to buy or create rings?"

"A thing called a marriage bond. When two elves are wed, they form a marriage bond that other elves can sense. It's like a shift in demeanor or aura." Glorfindel answered, looking down at me hungrily and capturing my head in his hand as he kissed me. I pulled away with a noise of protest.

"Glorfindel!" I cried in annoyance. "Not. Proper! Wait, will you!?" I scolded, slipping out of his grasp and flouncing off. He sighed.

"Two days had better come fast, melda, or else I will have a Sindarin wedding." He called after me, a smirk in his voice. I turned around, hands on my hips as dad grinned and leaned against the couch, obviously enjoying the show.

"If you so much as dare, Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, I tell you by Eonwë's book that I WILL punish you." I retorted, trying not to grin too evilly, and had the pleasure of seeing him look away.

"Please, anything but that..." He whimpered, and I grinned in victory, turning and sashaying away again.

"Don't forget it, Laurëfindel." I answered softly, and heard him groan. Dad was laughing riotously. Glorfindel likes it when I call him Laurëfindel. Only I am ever allowed to call him that.

"Come on, Míleth, let's hurry up and escape!" Lir yelled, barreling past me as a smirking Maglor winked at me and sauntered down the hall nonchalantly. I giggled and wriggled my fingers at him.

"Coming!" I called back, and we thought ourselves to Ilmarin. I can't wait to see Ammë and Atto... Assuming Atto will be there, of course.