This chapter contained a lemon that Bythers and I have decided to remove for this site. If you would like to read it Blythers has it posted on archiveofourown under the same Title.

Her mother and father stood before them, and Fae swallowed her nerves as she watched her mother place a bright blue jewel around Thranduil's throat. He dipped his head in thanks, placing kisses along her knuckles. The jewel was held by silver chain, the chain making an intricate design and swirling patterns around the glowing object, making it seem like twisting vines were wrapped around it, holding it in place. It matched his eyes. Faeilân held her breath as Legolas stepped forward, placing one around her neck, and she looked down at it in awe. Purple, surrounded in silver and white stones. It was beautiful, and she smiled up at him, "Thank you." She said softly. He gave her a little smile, then pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Now they stood together on the same platform they had before. Their hands were clutched together, as if both of them were nervous. Their family stepped forward, and she met her mother's eyes. The smile there spoke volumes; they were all scared.

Her mother lifted her hands and spoke, "Lasto iâl Thranduil adh Faeilân, adh elio din Eru. (May Varda Star-kindler hear Thranduil and Faeilân 's calls, and may Eru the Father of All bless them.)" Nielíqui stepped back and took Òmar's hand, their eyes never leaving their daughter's as Legolas stepped forward.

"Tiro Thranduil adh Faeilân Aran Einior, adh elio din Eru. (May Manwë Lord of Wind watch over Thranduil and Faeilân, and may Eru the Father of All bless them.)" Then he stepped back, standing with Nel and Fae's parents. She swallowed, but her mouth was dry as she turned towards Thranduil.

His face was a mask of no emotion, and he took the silver ring she wore from her finger, handing it off to whoever took it from him, his eyes never leaving Fae's as he replaced the missing ring with a golden one. She thought he was trying to tell her something. There was something there in the glaciers. But she had no time to study it further as Mithrandir handed her a ring, and she took the silver one from Thranduil, and replaced it with a golden one, just as he had. They waited while the silver rings were added to the jewels they'd been given earlier, and then the crowd cheered, and they turned, holding hands, to face them.

It was done, they were married. And now there was no going back.

Iythrinel, heard the cheers around her as the couple exchanged rings. She even danced with Legolas and that Haldir man, though numbly. She felt sorrow for herself, for her king, for Fae. Poor Fae, she would give herself in all her entirety to a man she did not love tonight. While the guests still celebrated she left, stumbling to her room and locked herself away.

Fae watched Nel stumble across the floor, and for a brief moment their eyes met. Such sorrow was hidden there, she wanted to cry herself. As a matter of fact, had all these people not been here, she would have cried. She also met eyes with Haldir, who looked like he wanted to ask, but Fae just shook her head.

She danced with Thranduil again, and there was an obvious stiffness between them. But the more wine she drank, the easier it got. Her last coherent thoughts were of Bard. He'd delivered this wine.

Soon she was laughing loudly, face flushed and dancing circles around Thranduil and his twin. Twin?

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"My Lord, I was not aware you had a twin.." she frowned at him, and he in turn frowned at her before realization shone in his eyes and a little smile crossed his lips.

"My Lady, I believe you are inebriated."

"Me? Nonsense. The Vala-"

"She is definitely intoxicated. Perhaps you should take her to her room." Gandalf nodded, and her parents, with concerned looks on their faces, seemed to agree. Though at the idea of going to any room with Thranduil instantly had her rebelling.

"I assure you all, I am perfectly fine!" She tried to stumble away, and for once actually went into a dance willingly with Elrond. She danced with her father, twice, and her mother, and even Mithrandir and Celeborn, dragging it out as long as possible.

But all too soon the night was winding down, and elves were passing out drunk from the wine or heading to their own rooms. What had ever happened to the tales she'd heard of King Thranduil's parties that went on for a fortnight? She was disappointed, and she told him so as he helped her stumble to their rooms.

"You know. I'd heard tales of your never ending parties. And this, a big event in one's life, was one of the shortest you've had." she slurred at him, much to his amusement. He lifted a brow at her, depositing her unceremoniously on the bed in a heap.

"Did you think so? I will be sure the next lasts as long as you would like." he stated, walking away from her, so she could only see him faintly through the lace and silk that covered the canopy bed.

"You're being nice. Why're you being so nice?"

"Am I not always...nice...to you, Faeilân?" She thought she saw him turn to look towards her, but she couldn't be sure. Somewhere in the middle of this, she realized this was not the bed she'd slept in for the past year, and realization dawned.

"Ohh. It's because I'm a virgin, 'sn't it?" she nodded, confirming her words before he even gave any indication it was true.

He stopped all movement, and this time she was certain he'd turned to look at her, because his long fingered hand parted the curtains and he peered down at her with soft eyes. "Yes, that is why. If there is at all a way I can make this easier for you...you will tell me."

Fae wrinkled her nose, then waved a hand, shrugging a little, "Just get it over with. Will it hurt much?" Her hair was fanned out around her head like a pool of liquid silk, her dress still tightly in place, but her hands rested on either side of her head. Her lips were parted and her eyes were a bit fuzzy as she looked up at him. He lifted a brow at the sight she presented; drunk or not, she was a pretty little thing.