The Wedding.

Title: The Wedding.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Melpomaen/Gildor.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: AU Un-beta’d, Slash.
Summary: Just a little humour, and love at first sight.

The wedding.


“Here, let me get that for you.” Erestor gently moved aside Melpomaen’s shaking hands, and fixed the collar himself.

“I know that we are meant for each other, and that I have nothing to worry about…..but Ai am I nervous!”

“’Tis understandable Mel, it’s not every day you get married. There, you look divine.”

Erestor stood back and turned the young scribe to face the full length mirror. He could not help but blink away sudden tears as he watched Melpomaen nervously smooth down his white silk shirt, and his cream velvet leggings. Affectionately he reached up to gently stroke one of the ceremonial braids that had been woven with sparkling white gems and beads.

They caught each other’s eye and simply smiled for a quite moment. They didn’t need to say the words, they were close friends, always had been. And there was no need to voice the great affection that they held for one another.

Suddenly Melpomaen let out a rather loud and utterly nervous laugh, Erestor joined him a moment later. It took a while to regain their composure, but once they had Erestor quickly squared his shoulders and tried to done his most serious expression. Though it was utterly ruined by the fact he was unable to stop grinning.

“One last time Mel, are you sure? You do not have to go through with this…”

Melpomaen rolled his eyes.

“Ai Erestor, I know you find it hard to believe that I have found happiness with a warrior, but believe me when I say it is love.”

Erestor sighed and dramatically rolled his own eyes.

“Very well then, but do not come complaining to me when he comes home demanding you wash his tunics and have his supper on the table.”

“Believe me my dearest friend, if he were to ever do such a thing he would severely regret it.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“You know if you would just get to know Gildor I’m sure you’d get along with him just fine. He is not as uncouth as you think.”

Erestor snorted.

“So you’ve had some bad experiences with a few rather foolish sword happy buffoons,” he shrugged, grinning as Erestor chuckled quietly, “you can not judge them all based on those few experiences.”

“Just watch me.”

“Oh you are hopeless!”

“I know,” Erestor sighed, but was smiling none-the-less. “So ahm….” he began, treading carefully with his next words. “…are you, nervous? About….you know, tonight?”

Erestor laughed as Melpomaen blushed every shade of red and quickly looked back to his reflection.

“More than you know, actually it’s more of a…mixture. Yes a mixture of excitement and nerves.”

Erestor stepped behind Melpomaen and rested his chin upon his friends shoulder, their eyes met in the reflection of the looking glass.

“You will be fine, more than fine. I may seem outwardly disapproving, but, I know that he is a good elf. You have a life time of happiness ahead of you my friend, and I could not be more thrilled for you.”

“Thank you,” he smiled gently, before his eyes went wide in sudden remembrance, “do you have the ring?”

“Exactly who do you take me for? Of course I have the ring.” Erestor grinned as he patted his breast pocket. “So who is Gildor’s best man?”

“A fellow named Glorfindel. You know him?” Melpomaen asked as he continued to nervously groom himself in the mirror.

“I know of him, who doesn’t? But I can’t say I know him, or have even conversed with him for that matter.”

“Well he is new to Imladris, as are we, I’m sure you’ll get to know him sooner or later. He is a merry fellow, I’m sure you’ll hate him.”

“I’m sure I will.”

The sound of music brought them up straight.

“I believe that is your queue, you can not hide in this tent forever.”

“No, I suppose not.” Melpomaen turned to Erestor, looking more fearful and alive than ever before. “Oh my, I am to be married.”

“Yes, yes you are, come.”

Erestor lead his friend from the large tent and to the gardens where an arch covered in white lilies awaited them.

**In the adjacent tent but only a few yards away**

Gildor huffed as he desperately tried to tame a defiant lock of hair into a neat and tidy braid.

“Glorfindel I could use your help here, I mean you are my best man!”

“Which means I walk you to the isle, watch you foolishly bind yourself to another for all eternity, and then make a fabulous speech and eat cake. You said nothing about helping you dress.”

Gildor growled as he continued to pull at his hair. Glorfindel was spread out lazily in a chair, picking up one wrapped gift after another, and holding it to his ear to shake. He looked at the small mountain of gifts with mild disgust.

“You know I do believe that not one of these carries a blade of quiver. They probably all have quill and parchment inside of them!”

“Glorfindel you are impossible!”

“I know,” the blond grinned back cheekily.

“Oh Valar I can not do this!”

Glorfindel was up on his feet in a second.

“And I have been telling you this for months! Melpomaen is a lovely little fellow but….”

“Glorfindel you daft fool I meant my hair! And he is not little, he is petite, and wonderful, and I love him and we will be married…….So shut up and help me!”

With a sigh Glorfindel helped tame Gildor’s hair, mumbling whilst he did so.

“So, who is Melpomaen’s best man, another pessimistic scribe?”

“Aye actually, well he has more of an advisory role, but he has not long been in Imladris. His name is Erestor, you know him?”

“No, never heard of him.”

“Well I’m sure he’ll bore you to death, like most do, you child.”

“I’m sure he will.” Glorfindel frowned and began to fiddle with Gildor’s only recently tamed hair, “perhaps you should wear it up? Oh you should have ringlets you would look just precious!”

Gildor simply slapped away his friends hands and continued to fuss over his reflection.

“There,” Gildor stated proudly as he smoothed down his cream silk shirt and white velvet leggings. “How do I look?”

Glorfindel dropped the gift he had been examining down on the table with a noticeable ‘chink’ and walked to stand before his close friend.

“Alright I suppose,” he said with a shrug.

Gildor simply stared at his friend, unblinking and not amused.

“Oh fine, fine. You look marvellous. Now can we go do this so as I may get a glass of wine in me?”

Gildor sighed and was about to yell at his friend some more, but was disturbed as music could be heard coming from the gardens.

“Oh Valar, this is it! I am to be married.”

“Yes, yes you are….you fool.”

Both couples walked towards one point in the garden, beaming as their eyes met across the short distance. Erestor, had his eyes trained upon Melpomaen, and was smiling at the tears that already shone in his friends green eyes. Glorfindel, rested a supportive hand upon his friends shoulder as he grinned and whispered into his ear, teasing him about his wedding night to come.

When Melpomaen and Gildor stood before each other, all nerves left them. Steadily they reached for each others hands and walked towards the lily covered arch. Both Glorfindel and Erestor sighed and smiled lovingly after their friends. However when hearing another small sigh to match their own they finally faced each other, and both stood momentarily astonished.

Erestor looked up into the bluest eyes he had ever known and thought that he had never seen such handsomeness.

Glorfindel looked down into dark brown eyes, framed by long charcoal lashes and was lost in the presence of such utterly uncensored loveliness.

“Hello,” Glorfindel, managed to whisper when suddenly and unnaturally quietened . And Erestor, finding this amusing replied the same.

“Hello.”

It was hearing the clearing of throats that they both glanced down the path and saw not only their friends but a small crowd of elves waiting with bemused expressions.

Erestor blushed and Glorfindel grinned cheekily, as they quickly made their way down the isle, and stood beside their respective friends.

The service was beautiful, apparently, both Melpomaen and Gildor shed a few tears, apparently. Though most of the entire ceremony went unnoticed by two taken elves. Erestor was busy inwardly chastising himself for blushing, every time his and Glorfindel’s eyes met, which was frequently. Glorfindel was busy trying to stay his rapid pulse and heartbeat at whenever those dark eyes would glance to his, before quickly looking away, and then looking back again. It was only when their roles as best men were actually required, that they paid attention.

“Erestor, do you have the ring?” Asked Elrond, their new lord who was conducting the service.

“Hmm?” he asked absently without looking away from Glorfindel’s sparkling blue eyes.

“Erestor the ring,” Melpomaen whispered harshly, but grinning also at his friends obvious distraction.

Erestor immediately snapped his head to Melpomaen and again, blushed a red that rivalled that of his friends only a few minutes before.

“Oh, oh yes..” he quickly reached for the ring that he had stored in his left breast pocket, but not after patting every other pocket first. He smiled apologetically at the amused couple, and waited until all attention was back on them before hesitantly looking back to Glorfindel.

Although he did not find amusement dancing in those heart stopping eyes when he looked back, as he had thought to. Instead he saw mild panic, and watched as the warrior tried to casually and inconspicuously search and pat down his own pockets.

Erestor’s eyes widened when Glorfindel looked pleadingly to him. He had forgotten the ring! Erestor’s mind raced as he sought out any possible solutions before Elrond again came to the ring exchanging part of the ceremony. When thinking of a solution he nodded in a barely noticeable way for the warrior to make his way towards him.

Glorfindel, trying his mightiest to blend in and become unnoticeable, made his way over to Erestor with surprising ease as all eyes were trained upon Melpomaen and Gildor. When reaching Erestor they slowly distanced themselves from the crowd so as not to be seen or heard.

“Do you have a ring?” Glorfindel asked desperately.

“Aye, here” he slipped off a very old and precious ring to him that was both plain but beautiful as it shone in the light. He placed it in the blond’s hand, and glanced up nervously as their fingers lingered and brushed each others.

“I, I am Glorfindel, by the way. A buffoon of a warrior who forgets the simplest of things.”

Erestor smiled, “I am Erestor, a small and pessimistic scribe who blushes far to easily in your presence.”

Glorfindel smiled and laughed quietly, and was completely unnerved by his inability to look away from Erestor’s beautiful face.

“I will get you a new ring.”

“’Tis alright, it is Melpomaen,” he said with a shrug, which apparently made the exchange acceptable.

“I will still find you a new ring,” he whispered back.

They stared bewilderedly at each other, knowing that they must return but inexplicably unwilling to look away or move. It was only hearing Elrond recite the passage for a second time that both gasped and quickly made their way back to their spots.

“Glorfindel, do you have the ring?”

The warrior had only just slid back into his original place when hearing his name spoken. Wordlessly and with a nervous smile he handed the ring to Gildor. He winced when the warrior shot him a dark and questioning gaze, when realising that what he held was not the ring he had chosen for his beloved. But he also realised that then was perhaps not the best time to throttle Glorfindel. He turned and smiled at Melpomaen, as he slipped the ring upon his slim finger. And he sighed in relief when realising that at least the ring fit his beloveds finger.

Melpomaen gasped however when realising what ring it was that was being slipped upon his finger. It was Erestor’s! One that he had always admired and thought beautiful. He looked up at Gildor lovingly and then to Erestor, who winked, and assumed it all a pleasant surprise.

The rest of the ceremony had gone smoothly, and soon enough, Gildor and Melpomaen had been pronounced married. The crowd that had gathered cheered and the music and celebrations had begun. Gildor and Melpomaen shared one more deep kiss before both announced that they would be back in a moment. Gildor sought out Glorfindel to strangle, and Melpomaen sought out Erestor to hug.

“Glorfindel, a word please?” he ground out between his teeth.

He took Glorfindel by the arm and dragged him away to a disclosed and shadowy corner to pummel.

“I know I am sorry I am sorry!” Glorfindel held up his hands in defence before continuing, “but did you not hear Melpomaen gasp? He obviously loved the ring.”

Gildor huffed, Melpomaen had seemed taken aback by the ring. But he was still annoyed.

“Even so Glorfindel, how on earth did you manage to muck this up? I asked you to do this one thing. One thing!”

“And it worked out fine, did it not? Gildor, ‘tis your wedding day, forget my folly and go kiss your husband.”

Gildor growled but relented none-the-less.

“So how did you come about that ring if you forgot mine?”

“Erestor,” the warrior unconsciously smiled dreamily and sighed the dark haired elf’s name.

Gildor immediately smiled when remembering his friends shocking and out of character behaviour when meeting Erestor.

“Am I wrong or are you quite taken with him?”

Glorfindel simply cleared his throat and blushed faintly, something that both shocked and pleased Gildor to no end. The blond decided not to answer his previous question.

“It was Erestor’s ring, when he realised that I had so stupidly forgotten your ring…”

Gildor smirked as Glorfindel visibly cringed at the thought of looking foolish in front of this elf, when usually he cared not what any thought of him.

“….and gave me his own.” Glorfindel finished with a slanted grin.

“He’s quite a resourceful little thing then,” Gildor laughed.

“Nay,” Glorfindel began quietly and with a distant smile, “he is not little, he is petite, and quite brilliant I think.”

Gildor simply shook his head, and lead his friend back to the crowd so as to find his own husband.

~ ~

“Erestor!” Melpomaen called and pulled Erestor one side.

Before Erestor could say a word Melpomaen had thrown himself into his arms. Erestor laughed and patted his back.

“Thank you for the ring Erestor, I cant believe you gave it to me, it means so much.”

“I am happy it is in your care now, and congratulations my friend, I am so very happy for you.”

“It is odd though, Gildor and I had spoken before of what sort of rings we would like, and this never even came up!”

“Well, I think you may thank Glorfindel for that.”

Melpomaen smiled at the mention of the one that had made his friend blush so prettily and act so strangely.

“What would Glorfindel have to do with this?” He asked with a smugness that made Erestor role his eyes.

“He forgot your ring.”

“What?!” Melpomaen practically shouted, alarmed that his perfect day had almost been ruined.

“Oh that muscle bound buffoon!” He laughed still, for nothing could spoil his mood now.

“Nay, nay he is not.”

“Excuse me?” Melpomaen asked with a raised brow.

“He is not a buffoon, just…a little silly. And quite, handsome also.” He admitted quietly with an unknown smile.

“I thought you thought all warrior’s alike in their simplicity?

“Well, it would appear I was wrong,” he smiled, “very wrong…”

“I predict wonderful things to come, wonderful things.” Melpomaen looped his arm around Erestor’s and made his way back to the celebration and his husband.

“Well, he did promise me a ring.”

A year later, it had been Gildor teasing and worrying Glorfindel about his wedding night whilst he tried frantically to flatten his hair. And it had been Melpomaen who had help straighten Erestor’s collar and whispered reassuring words to the trembling elf.

In an archway of white lilies they had stood, and promised each other eternity. In an archway of white lilies they had stood and shared a kiss of devotion and love. In an archway of white lilies, a buffoon, had married his petite and brilliantly pessimistic advisor.

The End.