Next chapter. The chapter a lot of you have been waiting for. *sighs* I hope I did this right. It took me a whole day to get this done. I looked up elven weddings from several sources, so I've actually mixed elven and earth-related marriage in this section, alright? Just so you know...

Thank you for all of the reviews, guys, so glad you like this crazy crack! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Ilmarin was decorated. Well, I should say that a room was decorated. With small, living stars, pulsating with life and light, vines, and pillows. Lots and lots of pillows. And blankets, and snacks. Valarin snacks. I could feel my mouth watering at the sight of lady Nienna's cookies, lady Yavanna's punch, Ammë's angel cake, and lady Vàna's blackberry pie.

"Oh Force, I can just feel myself drooling..." Lir said with awe, and Elíl and I cracked up laughing as we all wiped our mouths. Then there was laughter joining ours, and the Valië began to come in. There was Vairë, Vána, Nienna, Estë, and Varda there.

Then Irmo, and Nàmo joined them, and I ran forwards. "Atto!" I pitched myself into Nàmo's robes and comfortably tangled myself in them. He laughed, hugging me gently.

"Aye, yeldë, you're going to hurt yourself." He protested laughingly as I grinned up at him.

"Not with uncle Irmo and aunt Estë around." I answered slyly, and said Valar laughed as Elíl giggled from Irmo's robe. Lir was happy with Nienna. Then I threw myself on top of an off-white and silver blanket.

"You're always drawn to white, silver, cream, grey, and black." Elíl said, rolling her eyes.

I smirked. "Hey, I'm Nàmo's daughter. You know, the daughter of the judge of the dead? Of course I'm drawn to dark colors. And white, as in 'going towards the white light' expression?" I grinned, and she snorted as Nàmo sighed and the rest laughed.

"It's a compliment, Atto, don't sigh like that!" I mock-whined, turning to look at him. He raised an eyebrow, settling next to Vairë on a chair.

"Don't whi-"

"I don't whine, for Bèma's sake!" I yelped, and Vána giggled at me. I blushed. "Sorry. Old habits die hard." I grinned sheepishly, and she merely smiled and winked, pointing behind me.

I didn't even look. "Eonwë." I said in dark tones. There was a slight squeak that had Lir gasping for air.

Then I turned around with a smile. "Want a cookie?" I asked, handing the plate out to him. "After all, if you're so interested in being at a bachelorette party..." I said slyly, and he rolled his eyes as everyone collapsed laughing. He took a cookie with an amused look as I grinned at him, and chuckled.

"Your fault. You're the one 'invited' me." He retorted.

I glared and Elíl snickered. "Burn, Míleth. He so totally got you." She teased. I sighed.

"Hush, Lark Cartelion." I answered, and she glared.

"Celine DelaFiore." She retorted. I suddenly stood up.

"Okay, from here on out, you are all seeing the romantic side of Celine, alright? I am officially OOC from this point on." I said, then flopped down with a silly grin on my face.

"Isn't DelaFiore such a romantic name? Italian." I sighed dreamily, propping my head in my hands. Lir and Elíl were giggling, while Irmo was studying me closely as the rest of the Valar looked amused.

"And the ellon who holds it is pretty dreamy too, right?" Elíl ribbed.

I giggled madly. "No. He's not dreamy. He's perfect. And handsome. And my dream. And- annoying." I snapped back to normalcy for a moment, face twisting, as Lir laughed her head off. Then I was back in romance mode.

"I love him." I declared needlessly, hugging my pillow in a fit of delight.

"Oh I so like this mode." Elíl said excitedly.

"My turn to ask a question!" Lir said. "What do you love about him?" She asked interestedly. Nàmo's eyebrows went up.

I smiled dreamily. "A lot of things. His personality. His character. His history. His city. His life. His looks are a bonus." I answered vaguely. "That's why..."

"Wow. She's like, got it bad." Lir said.

I went back to normalcy. "As do you, Lyric Finn Russ." I sniffed. "And yes, I admit I've got it bad. About half as bad as Glorfindel has it, apparently." I grinned, and she collapsed laughing with Elíl. The Valar were watching with wide smiles.

"Are you looking forwards to the wedding?" Vairë interjected with a smile, which suddenly grew wicked. "Or should I say, the night after?" She asked slyly. Elíl and Lir and I suddenly found the floor very fascinating to hide our suddenly crimson cheeks.

"No." I muttered. "I'm almost scared." I said, and then suddenly began to tremble. "Okay, I think the fact that I'm actually getting married just hit me." I said, voice high-pitched. "I'm panicking." I informed them needlessly. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. Elíl and Lir looked pale themselves.

"About time." Irmo said amusedly. "Did you have to keep her so busy, Nàmo, that you couldn't even let her get used to the idea?" He asked mildly, sitting next to me and rubbing my back.

Nàmo sighed. "She volunteered." Was his answer. "Besides, it's better if she panics now, so that there isn't any going back." He defended himself. I slowly felt my head clear at the words, and stopped shaking.

"There. Better?" Irmo asked, moving to Lir and Elíl. I nodded wordlessly.

"Thank you." I answered, voice calm. "Sorry. I guess it... You're so devious, master." I growled as I suddenly registered his statement. He raised an amused eyebrow.

"Am I?" He asked enigmatically.

"All of the Valar are. Even if that was a rhetorical question." I answered with a straight face, and Elíl and Lir began to laugh in agreement. I grinned at their mock-affronted faces.

"What? You say to be honest." I said candidly, languishing on a pillow and brandishing a cookie.

"Míleth, Míleth, romance mode." Elíl said. I frowned at her.

"You can't do that. It doesn't work that way." I sniffed. Lir nodded.

"Yep. You have to do it this way." She crawled over to me and poked my shoulder.

"MANIAC!" I yelled, then glared. "Wrong button, Lir."

She rolled her eyes and poked my chest above my heart. "There then."

I smiled. "If I do, so do you." And I poked her chest above her heart. She blinked.

"So, what do you love about Maglor?" Elíl drawled.

Lir smiled, a far-away look in her eyes. "Everything." She murmured dreamily. "His smile. Oh Valar, his smile is so dreamy... And his voice. He's so soft and warm. Kind and gentle, but also a peacekeeper. Even if he can be very annoying, he's so sweet..." She giggled, and Elíl and I stared at each other. Then we flopped over, crying with laughter.

"I thought I had it bad!" I choked.

"She's gone poetic! Shy, blushing Lir!" Elíl cried, and Lir snapped out of it with a glare.

"Arg!" She yelled, lunging forwards and poking Elíl above her heart. Elíl abruptly stopped laughing.

"What's so catchy and lovable about Ecthelion?" Lir asked in a sickly-sweet voice as I sniggered.

Elíl smiled. "His eyes." Was her prompt answer. "I love him for his fun-loving personality, chivalry, kindness, loyalty, and everything, his faults and good parts. But for his looks, it's his eyes." She sighed. "They're so expressive... You should see them... They say so much..."

"Like how much he reaaaaly needs her, right?" I made a motion like I was holding a bow, and pulled back and 'shot' it. "Total Cupid arrow statement." I said in smug satisfaction as Lir howled. Elíl stirred and then blinked. Then she glared holes at Lir.

"Not. Funny." She growled. Then They both looked at me.

"Heyyy! I already did it once! Don't break my button!" I said, scrambling away. They just grinned. Nàmo poked my shoulder.

"MANIAC!" I yelled, then gave him an injured look. "Master. Really?" I pouted. He raised an eyebrow.

"And what makes you usually say maniac?" He queried, ignoring me.

"Erm... When I see something that is crazy, insane, really weird, off the wall, or insanely cool?" I answered with a blink. He hummed thoughtfully, then looked to Vairë.

"I wonder if..." He murmured. Irmo suddenly looked contemplative.

"I'm not sure if that train of thought is particularly good..." Elíl whispered loudly.

"I hate to say this but... I agree." Lir whispered back.

Vairë smiled coyly, sidling up to Nàmo. "Why don't you find out my buttons?" She said, clinging to his arm. Atto's eyes went dark. I turned away.

"Can't watch... Atto, Ammë, if this becomes R rated, go somewhere else, please." I begged. Nàmo chuckled.

"Oh don't worry, yeldë, I'm not planning to do anything of the sort... Now." He finished, and Elíl and Lir joined me as I moved to the drinks.

"Yep. I'm pretending I never ever heard that." I said uncomfortably. They nodded as the rest of the gathered Valar laughed.

"Alright then, what do you expect from your future husbands?" Estë asked kindly, interestedly. Lir and Elíl and I looked at each other. Then we grinned.

"She so didn't ask." Elíl said slyly. We snickered, then we laughed. And began to sing Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor.

When we finished, we collapsed laughing as the Valar raised eyebrows but smiled. "Hmm. Catchy." Vána said, and began to sing it again.

"Pinch me. I think we corrupted a Vala, sisters." Elíl said forlornly, and Lir and I laughed ourselves silly.

"And what would you like your children to look like?" Irmo asked.

Lir shrugged. "Maglor's hair, my eyes for a boy, and my hair and Maglor's eyes for a girl. Pale skin, Maglor's nose and cheekbones, my lips." She said. Elíl and I smiled.

"Thought about it?" She teased. Lir nodded.

"Naturally." She answered. I nodded.

"Mmhm. Girl: my hair, Glorfindel's eyes, his mouth and smile, my high cheekbones and face contours. Boy: Glorfindel's hair, my eyes, my smile, Glorfindel's face entirely." I finished.

Elíl sighed. "Well... Okay. For a girl, I would like for her to have Ecthelion's hair, my eyes, his face, and my mouth and smile. For a boy, my hair, Ecthelion's deep blue eyes, my face, and his smile." She admitted.

"Cute." Lir grinned.

"Wait. Speaking of which... Who's going to ask THE question?" I asked uncomfortably. Lir pointed to Elíl, who pointed to me, and I pointed to Elíl.

"Totally you." I said. Lir nodded. She glared.

"Fine." Then she swallowed and looked at Estë. "Umm..." She fidgeted. "Is there... Any..." She sighed, turning away. I munched innocently on a cookie.

The Elíl turned back with a determined face. "Where exactly are we supposed to have a honeymoon? I mean, it's not as if we have time for it anyway... But if Tolkien's book on elves is accurate..." She licked her lips and glanced nervously at the Valar, who began to laugh lightly at us.

"It is." Nàmo chuckled. "The answer is that you'll have to wait until you have a house and then have a honeymoon at home." He winked. "Unless you can find some spare time."

I sighed, aggravated. "That's the problem. If I know Glorfindel, that isn't gonna be easy at all." I said with a swallow. I closed my eyes, slumping against the table with a groan. Lir sighed.

"That's not my concern with Maglor, but..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Aunt Carrie's voice sounded, and we looked to see her and mom there with confused smiles.

Lir and Elíl pointed at me. "Fine." I huffed. "We're trying to figure out the answer to our dilemma about honeymoons." I said. "Actually, we're panicking, because we don't have any time anyway." I said, disturbed.

They exchanged glances. "Is it really that necessary to have it right away? You could wait..." Mom offered. I shook my head.

"We would, but the problem is that it's nearly impossible to do that. According to Tolkien (and it's true), when elves get married, they have extremely high libido for the first month, more than usual. That's the problem. It's going to be next to impossible to deny Glorfindel and Ecthelion and Maglor what they need during the first month. And it could happen literally at any random moment. There's no telling when it'll hit. Most elves take at least a one or two month honeymoon after the wedding." I sighed, and mom and Aunt Carrie suddenly looked more understanding.

"Ah... I see." Mom said discerningly.

"Well, how about since everyone knows, you just agree on a specific place for you to go to when it hits? Everyone will understand, I'm sure." She suggested. Elíl sighed heavily.

"That's true, but the other problem is that no one knows how long it lasts either. It's unpredictable." She said.

"I'm sure everyone would understand that too. Well. Let's cross those bridges when we come to them, shall we?" Aunt Carrie said, bustling forwards. "Any goals for married life?" She asked.

We grinned at Vána, who smirked back. And we sang. Mom and Aunt Carrie stared as we collapsed laughing.

"Very... Accurate." Aunt Carrie said weakly.

Nàmo and Irmo burst into laughter.

I smirked. "Typical answer of a woman."

"Very." Varda agreed.

...

When I woke up, I found myself in a mound of pillows, surrounded by empty punch glasses, empty, crumb-scattered plates, and arms and legs of Elíl and Lir. I winced.

"Right." I sighed, cracking my neck and fingers, arms and legs. Vairë suddenly appeared.

"Today you prepare for the wedding!" She called cheerfully, breezing into the room.

Elíl and Lir groaned, waking up. I winced, looking to them and standing.

"Whelp. Here goes. The worst part." I said mournfully, and they smiled at me blearily as they jacked themselves up. Vairë whisked us off.

I don't even think I really remember everything that happened. First she made us take a series of long baths, with oils, salts, moisturizers, and everything. My head was whirling by the time it was over.

Then hair. Vairë, Estë, and Nienna each death with their respective daughters, and Vairë wrestled my hair into perfect submission. She pulled it, tugged it, washed it, oiled it, did everything with it that you could possibly do to make it look good.

By the time my hair was dry, it was literally like silk, slipping through Vairë's fingers without a sound, thick and luscious.

Elíl's golden brown hair looked the same, as did Lir's brown hair streaked with red. They grinned at me as I sighed. Vairë then took out measurements one more time, and nodded in satisfaction. Then she and Estë and Nienna exchanged looks. Elíl and Lir and I exchanged panicked looks.

Estë smiled. "Face." She declared. I groaned.

So then there was oils, masks, scrubs, moisturizers, and the whole nine-yards. I felt thoroughly exhausted by the time it was done. Then Vairë examined my lips and eyes, holding up swatches of color up to my eyes and mouth. Then she dropped liquid onto my lips, forbidding me to wipe or lick it off. I obeyed. Then she wiped it off a while later, moving on to my eyes and brushing something against my eyelashes and eyebrows.

Then when she was done with my face, she stood back and studied me keenly. "I think that's about done." She said in satisfaction.

"Thank Atar." I muttered.

"Násië." Elíl and Lir murmured fervently, eliciting laughter from the Valiër. We cracked smiles.

"Yeesh. I'm so tired." I sighed, slumping.

"Well. Now, you are not to move too much today, so as not to ruin the work, alright?" Estë asked, and began to hustle about, cleaning. Elíl and Lir and I sighed.

"Yes, my lady." We chimed, and then made our way to another room in Ilmarin where we were told to stay. There were puzzles and other things to amuse us.

"Hmm. I think I'm going to take a nap..." Elíl conked out on a couch as Lir and I smiled and decided to do a puzzle.

And of course, we talked. About many things, the least not being the butterflies that were bound to come tomorrow.

Then when Elíl woke up, Vairë came and began to tell us how the wedding was to go. It was apparently a mix between Valarin, Noldor, and Earthian weddings.

We listened carefully, practicing proper lines and all that was necessary. Thankfully Maiar can memorize things easily...

I sighed. "Then why do I feel that things could go terribly wrong?" I asked morosely.

"DON'T JINX IT!" Elíl and Lir yelled.

I giggled.

"Oopsie."

...

So it was time to get ready. It was THE day. I woke up to the sight of light streaming through the balcony of our room on Ilmarin. I smiled and walked over to it, stepping out onto the balcony and spread my arms, breathing deeply and smiling.

An eagle flew towards me and landed on the balcony. I smiled. "Mae Govannen." I said respectfully, bowing. The eagle bobbed its head and then handed me an envelope. I took it and gave the eagle a bowl of meat for its trouble, opening the seal and reading the letter as the eagle ate the payment with a screech. His feathers glistened in the light.

Children-

Suiadan shall walk Míleth down the aisle and hand her to Nàmo at the end, Jonathan shall walk Elíl down and hand her to Irmo, while Feänor shall escort Lir and continue to at the end of the aisle.

Manwë

I nodded, then took another look up Taniquetil before making my way back into the room, where Vairë and Estë and Nienna were already busy. I handed the letter to a groggy Elíl and Lir, who nodded after reading it.

"Here, Míleth, come with me-" and Vairë whisked me off to make sure that I was presentable. Once satisfied, she took me back to the room where there was not set up several stands with the dressed set out. Elíl and Lir were there as well.

Then Vairë pushed and shoved me precariously into a shift. It was sheer and white, laced with black and coming down halfway up my thighs. The shoulders were thin straps. It was held up by a series of strings that laced up the back and would come utterly undone by a single pull to the bow. Lir's was green, laced with white, and Elíl's was blue laced with white.

Then over that went the dress. Far from being very elaborate, they were simple yet beautiful and flattering. A pair of slippers went on our feet, soft and thin.

Lir's dress was predictably green. It made the green-streaks in her hazel eyes stand out pleasantly and contrasted nicely with her red-shot light brown locks. Her tanned skin was smooth and pleasant against the color. The green was velvet, the sleeves coming down to her elbows before becoming lace that flowed around her arms and dragged down her wrists. A golden belt cinched the waist and it was hemmed in golden thread. The skirt pooled around her feet.

She had a single coronet of gold studded with small rubies graced her head, and a necklace of thin silver and a single amethyst was her ensemble. Her lips were a natural shade of pink.

Elíl's was a light blue color, made of silk and lace. The shoulders were even with the neckline, leaving her shoulders bare. Lace swirled around her arms and around her hands like waves. It clung to her frame at the top and pooled out at the bottom, and then the skirt had films of lace that were pinned to the silk underskirt by pins shaped like butterflies. It complimented her golden-streaked green eyes and set off her golden brown hair. Her pale skin glowed as she smiled.

Her circlet was Mithril and made in a thick band studded with diamonds, to which I and Lir had smirked knowingly. A necklace of gold chain and a single ruby finished her off. Her lips were coral shaded.

Mine was golden colored, made of watered silk and velvet. The bodice was velvet, while the skirt and sleeves were silk. The shoulders were low, and the sleeves came all the way down to the ground, slitting at the wrists to free my hands. It clung to me, but not too tightly, and the skirt fell straight down to my feet and pooled on the floor. A belt of white cinched it at my waist so tightly I was sure I would choke, but thankfully it loosened.

My hair was done up in by simple coronet, with two braids looping back to be fishtailed down the back of my head. The coronet was made by Mairon, of course. It was a thin silver band, ornately done with delicate swirls. The only gems were a single sapphire in the center and a few delicate chains that looped dons my hair and were studded with tiny aquamarines. That's it. A neck collar with a single jet in the shape of a sun-in-eclipse was on my neck at my insistence.

When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that the gold color of the dress made my eyes pop and my hair mute gently in pleasant mingling of color. And I also realized that my lips were a red color that stood out prominently but pleasantly. I smiled.

"Thank you, Ammë!" I said happily, twirling and then hugging her as she giggled.

"You are welcome, yeldë." She answered, pleased. Elíl and Lir did the same.

Then I took a deep breath as mom and aunt Carrie came in. Mom took one look and smiled widely. "You look beautiful, Celine." She said, taking my hands into hers. I kissed her cheek.

"Thanks mom." I answered shyly.

There was a knock at the door. "Can we play escort now?" Uncle Jonathan's up ice wafted through the door. We laughed.

"Yes!" Aunt Carrie answered back, and the door opened. He and dad stared.

"Whoa. Beauty contest?" Dad asked. We rolled our eyes as they grinned.

Then Feänor came in, looking a little uncomfortable. I immediately went and hugged him. "I'm glad to see you, Ata." I said softly. He hugged me back awkwardly and said nothing. Lir then smiled and curtsied.

"My lord. I hope... I hope I may have your blessing." She said shyly. Feänor started, then looked at her. Then he bowed, holding out a hand, which she took.

"Welcome to the family... Daughter." He answered genuinely, and she smiled.

"Thank you.. Ata." She said, and he walked her off. Uncle Jonathan bowed and escorted Elíl, while I took Dad's proffered hand and he began to escort me.

We walked down the hallways to the aviary, laughing lightly and talking. Maiar of all the Valar lined the halls, and often we would stop to greet them and other Maia we specifically knew. I stopped for a moment in front of one, eyes sparkling.

I bowed. "I will attempt to live with a sadist, Tegaladwen." I winked, and she smiled broadly.

"Good luck. You're going to need it, since married life is hard." Was her common, cryptical, well-intended answer. Dad and I laughed until we reached Fionwë, who I stopped to wave at.

"Atar bless, Míleth, sister!" He called back, and I giggled.

"Thank you, Fionwë!" I answered. Dad gave me a questioning look.

"One of lord Manwë's most highest Maia, probably just under Eonwë, and the one who appeared to Joseph the earthly father of Jesus." I answered, and he blinked.

"Oh." Was his faint answer. Then I smirked as Elíl yelled.

"Valar kriff!" Then she grinned. "Hi Eonwë!" She waved as the Maia sighed exaggeratedly and closed his book. The halls rang with Maiarin laughter as he winked back. I waved and he returned it.

"Hi Olòrin, Calimo!" Lir yelled, and the Maiar waved back with broad grins. Calimo nodded to me.

"Congratulations, my lady." He said, and I laughed.

"No my lady's, Calimo, we are equals." I winked, and he returned it with a cheeky grin. "That's my Calimo." I grinned, and he laughed.

I broke away completely to hug Maranwë, who hugged me back, a little flustered. "Thank you for coming, Maranwë." I said with a smile. He smiled back.

"I couldn't miss it, lifesaver." He answered, and I laughed before resuming my walk.

We finally arrived at the doors to the aviary, and we stopped at the doors. Eonwë, who was in front of us now, opened the doors, announcing Lir first. "Lady Aegliriel, Maia of lady Nienna, escorted by lord Feänàro."

We watched as she walked down the flower-scattered floor of quartz, until she was led to the front next to Maglor, who stood there stiffly as Feänor held Lir's hand. Maglor was dressed in a sea green robe and brown leather boots. His metallic blue eyes surveyed Lir softly, and his dark hair was tied up in his warrior braids with a silver coronet. An eight-pointed Feänoriàn star decorated his robe and the shoulder of his cloak.

"Elíl, Maia and daughter of Lord Irmo and lady Estë, lord Jonathan and lady Carrie, escorted by lord Jonathan." Eonwë declared, and I watched as she was led down the aisle next. Uncle Jonathan handed her to lord Irmo, walking to a seat and sitting next to aunt Carrie. Ecthelion stood next to Irmo, dressed in a deep blue robe, silver cloak and black boots, with his dark blue eyes surveying Elíl hungrily and his deep blue-black, inky hair in warrior braids of his house and a silver coronet with diamonds on his head.

"Míleth, Maia and daughter of lord Nàmo and last Vairë, lord Suiadan and lady Alassiel, escorted by lord Suiadan." Eonwë finished, and I began to walk down the aisle. My hand was held steady by dad's, who squeezed it encouragingly. The audience was seated on either side of the aisle, and I met some familiar gazes as I passed. Finrod and his wife Amarië grinned at me, and I returned the smile. Fingon wriggled his fingers at me, and I stuck out my tongue slightly as he snickered and winked. All of my brothers gave me grins and waves. Beleg, and Maeglin bounced excitedly and waved. I waggled my fingers back slightly with a smile.

Dad handed me over to lord Nàmo, who gave me a brief smile as I glanced up at him. I turned around to face everyone, and found that my hand was trembling slightly. Dad grinned slightly before moving to his own chair. Glorfindel was dressed in a white robe hemmed with golden celandine and a blue cloak with dark brown boots. His golden hair was braided with the warrior braids of his house, and caught in a silver circlet dotted with sapphires.

Manwë began to speak. "Ladies, lords, Maiar, Valar: we have gathered here to witness the union of these three couples. Wilt thou witness this sacred binding of feär?" He asked formally.

"Aye!" The voices of the crowd rose loudly.

Manwë smiled slightly. "Very well." Then he turned to Lir and Maglor. Feänor handed Lir's hand to Maglor, who turned towards her and grasped both her hands in his. "You may exchange your vows." He said gravely.

Maglor spoke first. "I, Màkalaurë Feänorion, do now take thee to be mine bride, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee and cherish thee, to provide for thee, to meet thine needs and to support thee. I hereby swear to love thee and none other, to remain faithful to thee, in trouble and in good times. Valar valuvar." He finished, and Mairon stepped forwards, bearing the rings. I closed my eyes, breathing harshly in an attempt to keep back the laughter. There was light laughter from the audience, and Mairon smiled at them knowingly, eliciting more laughter. Manwë was smiling amusedly. Maglor slipped the ring onto Lir's finger.

I looked at Elíl. *Maglir forever and ever.* I sent, and she snickered back.

Lir took a deep breath. When she spoke, her voice was firm but clearly nervous. "I, Aegliriel Feänturiel, do now take thee as mine lawfully wedded husband, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee, to follow thee, to support thee, to bear thee children, and to be thine companion wherever thou wilt go and in whatever thou wilt do. I hereby swear that I will love thee and none other, to be faithful to thee in all things both in troubled times and in times of plenty. Valar valuvar." She finished tremulously, then took the ring from Mairon and slipped it onto his finger.

Then she took her hands from Maglor's and lifted her fingers to her collar, unclasping the brooch from her dress. Then she spoke as she replaced the pin on his cloak with hers, shaped in the form of a fountain, the fountain of pity emblem of Nienna. "As a token of our sacred vows, I do bestow upon thee this gift in my love for thee." She finished, and pinned his pin to her own dress.

Manwë stood before them, with Nienna and Feänor behind them. "Thou hast heard their vows. Nienna, Feänor, wilt thou consent to their union?" He asked both, and they nodded gravely.

"We do." They intoned.

Manwë turned to the people. "Is there any who object to this union? Speak now, or hold thy peace forever." He said. No one stirred.

He turned back to them and smiled. "Then by the power vested in me, I declare thee ellon and wife." He said.

"Nai Manwë Thúlimo tiruva Aegliriel az Màkalaurë az nai Eru Ilúvatar alyuva tet." Feänor and Nienna said.

There was a cheer from the crowds as Maglor stepped closer to Lir and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, turning to smile with her at the audience. Then they turned to Ecthelion and Elíl with wide smiles. Lir winked as Elíl smiled nervously.

Manwë moved so that he was in front of them. The audience stilled. Irmo handed Elíl's hand to Ecthelion, who turned to face her and grasp both her hands in his. My own hand was feeling slightly clammy. I peeked up at Nàmo, who smiled sympathetically and squeezed my hand. *There is nothing to fear, yeldë. You know we love you.* He said gently, and I felt myself smile back tremulously.

"You may exchange your vows." Manwë said, and Ecthelion began.

"I, Ecthelion, lord of the House of the Fountain, do now take thee to be mine bride, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee and cherish thee, to provide for thee, to meet thine needs and to support thee. I hereby swear to love thee and none other, to remain faithful to thee, in trouble and in good times. Valar valuvar." He said, and slipped on her finger the ring.

When Elíl spoke, her voice was quiet but even. "I, Elíl Feänturiel, do now take thee as mine lawfully wedded husband, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee, to follow thee, to support thee, to bear thee children, and to be thine companion wherever thou wilt go and in whatever thou wilt do. I hereby swear that I will love thee and none other, to be faithful to thee in all things both in troubled times and in times of plenty. Valar valuvar." She said, and smiled slightly at Mairon as she took the ring and placed it on Ecthelion's finger.

Then she took her own pin from her dress and began to fasten it in place of Ecthelion's cloak pin. "With this, I give thee a token of our sacred binding and a gift to thee from my heart." Her pin was in the shape of a rainbow, the symbol of Irmo.

Irmo, Estë, and now uncle Jonathan and Aunt Carrie stood behind them. "Thou hast heard their vows. Wilt thou consent to their union?" He asked.

"We do." Was the answer.

"Is there any who object to this union? Speak now, or hold thy peace forever." Manwë said. No one objected. Manwë turned to Elíl and Ecthelion.

"Then by the power vested in me, I declare thee ellon and wife."

"Nai Manwë Thúlimo tiruva Elíl az Ecthelion az nai Eru Ilúvatar alyuva tet." Elíl's parents and Irmo and Estë finished. Ecthelion drew his arm around Elíl, and they smiled and waved at the crowd who cheered.

Oh snap. My turn. My hands were still shaking, even if they weren't clammy any longer. Manwë turned to Glorfindel and I. Nàmo handed me to Glorfindel, who turned to face me as my hands were clasped in his. I looked up at him, to see that his eyes were dark blue, burning into me. His hands were firm, and he rubbed his thumbs soothingly against my trembling knuckles.

"You may exchange your vows." Manwë said, giving me a slight, encouraging smile. Nàmo, Vairë, dad and mom had moved behind us.

Glorfindel spoke with confidence. I, Glorfindel lord of the House of the Golden Flower in Gondolin that once was, do now take thee to be mine bride, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee and cherish thee, to provide for thee, to meet thine needs and to support thee. I hereby swear to love thee and none other, to remain faithful to thee, in trouble and in good times. Valar valuvar." He slipped the ring onto my finger, cool and soothing against my skin. His hand was warm.

I opened my mouth, and when I spoke, my voice was slightly tremulous but still decided. "I, Míleth Feänturiel, do now take thee as mine lawfully wedded husband, for now and throughout eternity, to love thee, to follow thee, to support thee, to bear thee children, and to be thine companion wherever thou wilt go and in whatever thou wilt do. I hereby swear that I will love thee and none other, to be faithful to thee in all things both in troubled times and in times of plenty. Valar valuvar." I turned to Mairon, who grinned at me happily. I smiled back fondly at him, then turned back to Glorfindel. The ring slipped over his finger smoothly, his skin warm against the coolness of it.

I took my pin, and clasped it to Glorfindel's cloak. "With this token of our eternal binding, I give thee this gift from mine heart." Glorfindel smiled slightly at me in thanks.

"Thou hast heard their vows. Wilt thou consent to their union?" Manwë asked my parents.

"We do." Was their grave but joyous answer.

"Is there any who object to this union? Speak now, or hold thy peace forever." Manwë said. As expected, there was no answer.

"Then by the power vested in me, I declare thee ellon and wife." Manwë said in satisfaction.

"Nai Manwë Thúlimo tiruva Elíl az Ecthelion az nai Eru Ilúvatar alyuva tet." Both sets of parents finished, and the crowd stood and roared for all of us. Glorfindel drew his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side. I smiled shyly and waved, seeing all of the people.

"You may now kiss the bride." Manwë finished, almost dryly, and roars of appreciative laughter went up from the crowd. Glorfindel laughed and pulled me to him, lowering his face to mine abruptly. I squeaked in shock, then forgot how to think as sparks danced across my skin and stars through my vision. Glorfindel finally pulled back.

"I love you, Míleth, melda." He whispered.

"I love you, Laurëfindel." I answered shyly with a smile. His eyes grew even darker. I turned to look at Elíl and Lir, who were also clasped against their significant others and smiling.

And I was happy. After all, nothing had been jinxed... So far. You know, I probably shouldn't have said that.

Translations: (Quenyä)

"Nai Manwë Thúlimo tiruva Elíl az Ecthelion az nai Eru Ilúvatar alyuva tet.: May Manwë Lord of Wind watch over _ and _, and may Eru the Father of All bless them