A/N: It’s wedding time! And you get it from Fili’s POV! This fic is nearing its end, just so you all know, but I have about four more chapters planned, and a possible epilogue. I will definitely let you know when the last chapter is coming up. Also, please don’t hate me for ending this chapter where I did. I’m not comfortable writing smutty stuff, so you won’t get anything past slight steam or implications. But I still hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you to all who have been so encouraging and enthusiastic about this story. It means a lot.
When I woke up that
morning, I knew exactly what day it was. How could I not? It was the day
I had been moving towards since I first met her.
My wedding day. No, our wedding day.
The thought brought a
smile to my lips that I could not–and would not–smother. In a matter
of hours, I would be forever joined to her, and she to me. I would not
wake up another morning without her by my side, snoring softly into her
pillow with her hair splayed out to catch the morning sun that filtered
through my small window.
Gandalf: Hmmm…yes…..yes…Radagast, have you had a chance to read this contract?
Radagast: Gracious, no. What does it say?
Gandalf: Apparently, Thranduil and Thorin get to keep their parts of the entire set but their return is contingent on whether or not Elrond and Lindir get longer breakfast, lunch and dinner breaks, larger trailers with fully stocked wet bars and a personal masseuse and upon Smaug getting his own private plane.
Look at me, posting the update on the actual day I’m supposed to! And
I know this chapter moves pretty fast, but I think it’s about time that
wedding actually came around, don’t you? That said, the next chapter will
be from Fili’s POV, so yay for that! Anyway, thank you all for reading,
as always. I hope you enjoy this one!
You and Fili named the baby Rhosgobels that night. It took a lot of
discussion, and not a small amount of good-natured teasing. They had
their hair now, and their eyes had opened, but their exploration was
still marked with hesitating head bobs and the stumbling of
uncoordinated baby feet. Their personalities were distinct, though.
Fili named Onyx first. The only black kit in the litter, and the only
black Rhosgobel you had ever seen. And his personality was brash. He
was the first out of the nest, and the bravest of the bunch. When Fili
suggested the name, you had no objection.