#Marriage and Separation

[mysterioushimachal]

Shraikoti Mata Temple: A Spiritual Journey Through the Trials of Marriage and Love

[shutupcrime]

Some of you are too afraid to admit this but we all know Star Wars works best when it goes full soap opera

[holmesunenthusiast]

Lestrade and Gregson are actual d1 haters in a Study in Scarlet bro cuz when prompted on why he didn't check the front lawn Gregsons like "uhhhh it was HIS job 👉" at Lestrade and when Lestrade finds the writing on the wall he's like "ha YOURE STUPID 🫵" in Gregsons face and when Gregson thinks he locked up the right guy (he didn't) he's like "LMAO Lestrades such a DUMBASS going for the WRONG GUY 🤣 honestly I feel BAD for how DUMB he is" but the MILLISECOND both of them think Sherlock Holmes fucked up a deduction they immediately forget they're supposed to hate each other. INSTANTLY start putting their heads together and giggling and pointing and clapping each other on the back and planning to get drinks about it acting like it's a personal achievement. THEYRE THE ONES WHO INVITED HIM TO HELP ON THE CASE IN THE FIRST PLACE 😭😭 Bringing this dude along JUST to pray on his downfall oml

[grvning]

No wonder romance in other media feels dull.

Theirs is simply much more than that. 'romance' is an unfitting term for them. Spock felt Kirk's conscience from Gol, of all places.

The poets of old would have written much about them.

Picture taken from a TMP novelization copy, with a picture of TMP Kirk right next to it (the book was bound like that and the pictures are gorgeous). Might be coincidental, might not be.

Edit: Roddenberry's DELIBERATE decision to create a Vulcan term which he specifically used in this book was bold and telling, especially as it was used for the very first time to describe Kirk and Spock's bond. ''Screw censorship, I will get the gayness across no matter what," he might have thought. ''Let's give 'em fans some candy, but let's make it almost subtle.''

Almost.

Also, props to Shatner for making Kirk even more in gay love with Spock than Roddenberry's. Peak acting choice.

TMP might be my second favorite Trek movie of all time. While I do find immense delight in the Enterprise sensual sequences -- Scotty would be proud, the shift in dynamics between Kirk and Spock within the paradigm of their wrecked relationship hits deep. Many a one has published well-documented, detailed studies of their whole story from TOS, so I shall not elaborate on that further, as their works explain it all infinitely better than I ever could.

Ramble over.

[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[potatoattorney]

victor, a few pages after being like "yeah maybe i could have some peace once i marry elizabeth": clerval is so cheerful and gentle and lovely and divinely beautiful. for once i'm happy again. he was so lovely. here's a poem that reminds me of him.

[theseusmc]

marriage in the eleventh hour, my beloved au, finally has enough to post (!!!!!) so you get scott ref's as a treat :3

plot (+ rest of scott designs) below cut!

ok so to preface - some of the stuff gets a little brushed/not super in depth over in this plot description (xornoth and scott's complicated feelings about family and each other, Scott's relationship with religion, jimmy's backstory kinda, literally all of the torture stuff, some Jimmy and Scott stuff, gem and scott's dynamic and the corrupted trio's relationships- BUT this is the basics and I will be elaborating more in the future!!!) okay that said here's my insanity

current scott designs - kidnapped, in pj's, and healing arc :') (pj's ref is for a scene prior to kidnapping!!! they deserve to have really silly and sad late night convos i think)

uhm. also you can literally see when my hand started hurting with this plot description HELP

so that's the basic plot! send asks if you want me to yap about anything in this au :D (also yes before anyone asks i'm gonna type this up later so dw if you can't read it-)

character info :

also, feel free to send asks (pleasepleaseplease-) I love this au SO MUCH. some stuff might change in the future since it's still in the works but it's gonna be a fic at some point! okay thank you for listening to me be insane <3

[moranapologist]

how do I tell teenagers jackjoke who meet at the bar that they're getting married and adopting a child with the guy they're so smitten with?

[itsredpaint]

"fish how many times are u going to remake ur tgcf au" yes

[starscreamisreginageorge]

(more arranged marriage ProwlScream)

Starscream once walked into Prowl's place of work and shouted Kitten at the top of his voice the moment he spoted him. (Prowl wanted to kill him for that)

Starscream keeps coming up with increasingly obnoxious nicknames for Prowl: Kitten, Powpow, Pookie (Prowl is starting to wonder who they're supposed to be annoying, him or everyone else). The day Starscream calls him one of these nicknames when they're alone he almost throws himself out of the window in embarrassment (Prowl would have been smug about it if he wasn't so shocked)

Prowl is surprised to see how quickly Green takes to Starscream.

Prowl isn't very good at acting so they mostly just let's Starscream talk whilst he keeps his arm around him and doesn't take his eyes off of him. (It's the best he can do)

He also buys Starscream gifts on a regular basis and leaves him notes (at first it's just random quotes he's found that sound romantic, but over time they evolve into something more genuine)

When Prowl fell it was when they were on a "date" at a museum, and Starscream started to go on a long tangent about the history of one of the displays.

When Starscream fell they were at a party and someone made a comment about him not caring about Cybertron. Before he could say anything Prowl jumped to his defense. (Starscream's thought process went something like "oh ok he's branching out a bit on his side of the act. Wait is he? Oh frag he's being sincere")

[fansids]

Silver boom Au where after some time of the baby hot potato Shadow and Sonic had going on with baby silver they just decided to say ‘fuck it’ and ‘if I have to suffer so will you’ and move in with each other to take care of Silver.

They move into Sonics house, because there is no way he will live in a cave, and now must, besides taking care of baby Silver, try to figure out how to live with eachother with Shadow's coffee beans addiction and Sonics cartoon logic life.

I guess this Au could be named “And They Were Roommates”?

I'm sorry but this would be like the bad ending path of all the alternate Boom Silver Aus. Shadow and Sonic would be those parents who should've separated years ago but stayed together (or I guess got together) "for the sake of the child". Meanwhile the child in question is on his hands and knees begging, pleading for them to just get a divorce.

[buttered-toasty]

Forging of the Ring/The Proposal/Reflections of Self

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Till death do us part? You’re not getting out of this that easily.

And with that I think I’m done with my little marriage series (as I have been calling my bigger Sauron pieces)! I will post them all together sometime. Happy Halloween and remember not to separate out parts of your soul for the making of cursed jewelry!

Bonus thing with some extra portraiture under the cut, idk

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

i really can't phrase it right for the life of me but does it make sense when i say i cant help but love belarus a lot because for some reason i see her as a nationperson as being closer to being a person than a nation. with how unbelievably weird she is it just feels soo right to characterize her as this girlcreature whose government demands no real nation duties from her because she's intrinsically messed up as a person, with nothing to do with her nation identity, and was enabled by her family her entire upbringing and it's less of a hassle to just let her do whatever. and she doesn't understand why this can't be the case for them as well! why can't they all live as a family! she'll do something. she'll do something so that they'll never be separated again.

[madamewalburga]

Sirius blinked once to steady himself from the minor sway Apparition always gives him. The grass was wet under his black leather shoes, and he glared at every droplet slowly coating it — as if sheer will (annoyance) might stop the light rain around him.

He could've summoned an umbrella and spelled himself dry, but being annoyed was slightly easier than doing all that.

He stopped at the sight before him, straightened his back, and held his head high. Immediately realizing what he did, he scowled and slouched even lower, glaring at the back of the person in front of him.

Five years after leaving Grimmauld, the sight of Walburga's perfect posture still drives him into the perfect heir mode.

"Summon an umbrella, you dog," Walburga chastised him, back still facing Sirius. She was completely dry, her right hand holding up a transparent umbrella sprouting out the tip of her wand.

Sirius snickered at the insult. He walked closer until she was standing a few feet beside her. He made a show of messily kicking the mud off his shoes at Walburga's direction. Not that it reached her, invisible full-body umbrella and all.

"Half-witted canine."

Sirius smiled wider. "Hello to you too, mother dear."

They stood side by side in silence, breathing in the smell of wet soil of the fresh grave below their feet.

"I have a question," Sirius, for the first time in years, turned his whole body to look at the person who raised him fully. Arms crossed on his chest, he lazily pointed at the sky and asked, "Why does it always rain when someone gets buried? Isn't it a bit... y'know?"

"Finish your sentence, boy." Walburga replied, still not looking at her son. She flicked her wand very slightly, the faint glimmer of her magic reflected on the top of Sirius's head.

Sirius kept his eyes on that wand and reached for his own. He scoffed at the thought of this person starting... things here, of all places, just because he did not finish a sentence.

"Well?" Walburga asked.

"It's a bit cliché, is it not?"

The corner of Walburga's lips rose. "Somebody has to mourn the dead, no?"

"What, you're not mourning it enough?"

"No," Walburga replied quickly. "Are you?"

Smiling at the answer he should've expected, Sirius replied, "Fuck no."

"Language."

Sirius shook his head. Unbelievable. His mother could not even pretend to be mad at him. He crouched down to touch the soil of his father's grave, tracing an outline of a dick with the tip of his wand.

"How childish."

"You should try it too, Mother. It's a bit fun."

He took a cigarette from the chest pocket of his suit. Before lighting it, he pointed his wand up to summon that umbrella he should've summoned moments ago. Only to look up and notice the glimmer of Walburga's magic over him. He immediately looked back down and lit the tip of his cigarette, swallowing the tightness of his throat before taking a puff.

Sirius finished his first cigarette wordlessly. He pressed it against the soil and watched the remaining embers die before sticking it over his father's grave.

"Do not desecrate your father's grave."

"I would piss and shit here if I was a dog." Sirius took another cigarette from his pocket. "Wait, you called me one earlier." He grinned up at her, who rolled his eyes at him.

He observed his mother's face. Her features were still regal and sharp, even with age. Not that his mother was old. He'd never thought about it, but his mother had him when she was just a bit older than he currently is. Her grey eyes never left the tombstone. Though Sirius considered himself an expert in deciphering his mother's expressions, try as he might he had no idea what his mother was thinking as she stared blankly at Orion's grave.

Sirius offered her the cigarette. "Want one?"

For the first time since he arrived here, Walburga stared at him. Sirius held her gaze.

She took the cigarette and lighted it wordlessly. And wandlessly.

Full of surprises today, his mother.

"You have to teach me that," Sirius smirked at her.

"I tried to teach you many useful things and this is what you ask of me?"

"Well, that's a neat trick." Sirius stood up with a groan. He faced his mother and swallowed the tightness in his throat again.

"You know what you should do?" He asked softly. "You should remarry."

His mother chuckled mirthlessly.

"I mean it."

Walburga exhaled. "You should come back to Grimmauld. Sort out the family affairs. Do your duty to—"

"You know I won't."

"You still should." Walburga exhales smoke again, this time slower. "Much as you and I hate this both, you're the only one who can pass on the family name."

"You can! Go and remarry. Find someone you love—"

His mother laughed.

"—make him take the family name. Spend the entire Black fucking fortune, I do not care for it. Do whatever you want!"

Walburga considered him and for the first time in so long, Sirius saw the same adoration his mother used to have for him. Before he disappointed her. Walburga reached out to touch his face. He flinched and closed his eyes before she could touch him. When he opened his eyes, his mother was back to staring blankly at his father's tombstone, her hand clutching her skirt tightly.

"You know I can't," she whispered.

Blinking back the heat behind his eyes, he whispered. "Yes, you can."

Not hearing a response from his mother, he repeated it more firmly. "Yes, you can. You can do whatever the fuck you want now, mummy. You're free!"

"Are you?" his mother faced him once more. "Free?" Of him? Of me?

Sirius stared at her. He smiled. "I'm doing my best."

"Good," Walburga nodded. "Good."

They stood together in silence once more, both finishing their cigarettes. Sirius opened his mouth to try and convince his mother one last time, only to be beaten to it by her.

"That Potter boy has been lurking around the woods for ages now. Tell him to get lost if he doesn't know how to pay his respects properly."

Sirius turned to the trees and saw James hide behind one. James took a peek after a while. When he caught Sirius's eyes, he raised a brow and mouthed 'Go now?', his thumb pointing behind him.

Sirius threw him a v. "Fucking idiot."

"Language."

Sirius faced Walburga again. He swiped his palm over his mouth, muttering what sounded like a fuck it. "If you don't mind me bringing James, I could stop by Grimmauld, see what I can do—"

"Don't." Walburga smiled at him. She reached out to touch his face, and Sirius stood still beneath her touch. "You're doing your best, remember?"

Sirius stayed still.

"Go now. Your James is waiting."

Sirius nodded and turned to walk towards James.

"Sirius."

He paused.

"Don't sleep with your hair wet."

He kept his head down, staring at his now polished shoes as he approached James.

"Hey," James ran his fingers through Sirius's hair as he tried to meet the other's eyes. "Chin up, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Okay," James smiled at him. He glanced above James's head when he caught the glimmer of magic.

"Home now?"

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "Home now."

James offered his hand, and Sirius took it.

It was completely dry.

[charmac]

Season 4 | Season 6

[greenleaf4stuff]

In Convenience - Chapter 6, part 2

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage to marriage of love AU, post story snippet 6, part 2. The battle for the wine chalice goes into Round 2, and Celebrimbor is done playing nice. The two husbands watch new connections form between the elves and the uruk, Celebrimbor reflects on how far they have all come, and Adar has a small gift to give him.

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience" and "In Convenience")

This is again mostly just nice vibes (with a little bit of suggestiveness at one point, but nothing happens), and small little moments between characters. The fluff fest continues. The gift Adar gives Celebrimbor is inspired by @plotdesigner's uruk lore, as well as a Person of Interest/Tolkien AU fic called 'I Have Quite Forgotten Their Names' that I read ages ago but still remember small parts of. A big Thank You again to everyone, and I can't wait to see you for the little 5+1 aside that I will soon begin uploading as well. Enjoy! <3

After the ceremony had been concluded, the feast was indeed starting to become much more enjoyable, to Celebrimbor’s great relief. They could all finally eat and drink at their leisure, though both Adar and Gil-Galad seemed to 'accidentally' keep the wine just out of the smith’s reach. Again. After a few instances of this, he caught onto the fact that the two had begun to see it as a fun game, instead of them strictly trying to prohibit him from having any.

Well, most games required multiple participants, and Celebrimbor had no qualms about not only engaging in it, but meeting them both on equal footing.

When Gil-Galad yet again handed the chalice to Adar and pretended to forget the Lord of Eregion in between them, and the uruk threw his husband a little smirk as he poured his own drink, Celebrimbor returned it with a deceptively sweet smile of his own.

And then leant over Adar, deliberate about pressing himself to as much of his husband’s body as he was able to, wholly uncaring about whether he might make a fool out of himself in the process. Judging by the brief sound of choking coming from Gil-Galad, he might have taken out one opponent already.

Adar himself was quite the picture, with how off-guard his husband’s actions took him, especially so when Celebrimbor kept smiling and softly, but audibly, asked, "Would you mind handing me the wine as well, Beloved? Or could you perhaps pour me some, if you do not wish to be parted from the chalice?" with a flutter of his eyelashes, and while he squeezed Adar’s upper arm.

Considering that the other had moments of teasing the smith both innocently and not-so-innocently, Celebrimbor thought it only fair to return the favor, and settled his other hand high on Adar’s upper thigh. He was fairly certain Gil-Galad had turned away from the two of them by now.

Adar wasn’t one to fluster easily, so to see him grapple with the sudden closeness and Celebrimbor’s unexpectedly bold demeanor was quite the sight to behold. The smith couldn’t keep the triumphant grin off of his face when the uruk brought the chalice closer and poured the elf a cup without complaint or even a sly remark.

Celebrimbor merely moved back onto his seat, though not without placing a small peck onto the uruk’s cheek as he did. "Thank you, Adar," he breathed, and then leant back to enjoy his drink and continue his meal as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

He could see the uruk studying him intently from the corner of his eye, and as the smith turned his head slightly to the side, cup in hand hiding the smirk and the gleam of his eyes, the look on Adar’s face was knowing – and wanting.

"Very persuasive, Tyelpe," he remarked, going for dry humor and landing on something that sounded a tad too husky not to be mistaken for anything but blatant interest. "Maybe you might wish to give me some lessons in your...unique diplomatic approach."

The elf grinned and winked at him, while Gil-Galad very loudly cleared his throat behind him. Further down the table, Elrond was patting Galadriel’s back, who seemed to have accidentally inhaled her own drink. When Celebrimbor looked over in concern, however, her expression displayed approval, despite the fact that she was wiping reddish droplets from her chin and mouth with a napkin.

He threw her a wink as well, mirthful, and turned back to Adar. "Oh, I can do that, most certainly. I am sure we could-"

"Enough," Gil-Galad grouched, quietly. Where he’d usually have felt reprimanded, Celebrimbor only felt vindicated now, and continued to enjoy his wine. He’d already been met with reproach for worse in the last few weeks.

He turned to Gil-Galad, "Actions have consequences, Ereinion," he said pointedly, but the grin utterly betrayed his humor. "Maybe behaving in a more mindful manner in the future will ensure I don’t have to use this kind of diplomacy more often."

Gil-Galad looked like he desperately wanted to argue or at least reply, but knew, just as Celebrimbor did, that this particular day was putting the elf and his husband in a unique position; it would not do to try and berate the Lord of Eregion during this important occasion.

With a sigh, the High King merely gave Celebrimbor a look of disapproval, and turned back to his own food. "I will keep that in mind, Tyelperinquar."

Oh, the use of his full name, that was likely the precursor to trouble down the road, but for the moment, the aforementioned Tyelperinquar did not much care, kindly thanked his High King, and also turned back to his dish.

There was a touch at his lower back, then, and he found himself glancing sideways at Adar once more, who was the one who had extended his hand – dangerously low on the smith’s backside. It seemed someone had decided to change sides, and was giving Celebrimbor a very distinct look.

Adar’s voice, however, remained matter-of-factly when he said, "As will I," in reply to Gil-Galad’s words. If the High King suspected anything but deference, he voiced no remark in response to it. Celebrimbor certainly found himself looking towards the end of the celebrations for one more reason, now.

"Good."

Time passed peacefully and without much further teasing afterwards, though this was likely due to the fact that Celebrimbor had eventually caught Adar’s hand in his own and linked their fingers to avoid either of them becoming too forward. Using his fork with his left hand was something the smith wasn’t terribly used to, but more than doable.

Truth be told, he enjoyed holding Adar’s hand – his fingers smoothed over rough but warm skin, small scars and pronounced veins, and even found their way to Adar’s braided wedding ring more than once. It was grounding, especially in the light of how busy the day had been so far.

Adar returned the gesture, his own fingers not quite as curious as his husband’s, but eager to explore nonetheless, brushing gentle fingertips down the back of Celebrimbor’s hand and thumbing the elf’s ring in turn.

They only stopped due to the fact that, while he was able to use his fork with his left hand, Celebrimbor did not want Adar to get his gauntlet dirty on accident. But before he could draw back his own limb, Adar brought their joined hands up to his lips to kiss the elf’s knuckles delicately. Only then did he let Celebrimbor part their hands from one another.

Getting to do this was still novel in a way; their relationship was still new, despite how quickly it had grown and profound it had already become, and Celebrimbor was often reminded how small the chances had been for their plan to succeed. He was grateful that they had the time and peace to enjoy this easy intimacy now.

As he thought of peace, the Lord of Eregion’s gaze swept over the various other tables in the square. He knew countless more had been put out onto the streets and other squares in the city, to provide seating for the citizens of Eregion and the uruk of Mordor. He still considered the initial seating arrangement to be the right decision, but he found himself a little wistful that nobody seemed intent to breach the gap and wander over towards the other tables to interact yet.

Maybe he’d been too optimistic, hoping the guests, the uruk or the elves might do so on their own?

That was, until he saw Mirdania catch his eye. Ever perceptive, she was studying Celebrimbor as if she was trying to figure him out. He smiled brightly at her, hoping his temporary dip in mood would not cause her to worry, and raised his glass in the blonde’s direction.

Instead of putting her at ease, she frowned a little at his reaction, gaze intense, before she looked over the crowd. There was a determination in the set of her shoulders. Confused, the smith watched his assistant, and then felt his eyebrows raise as she stood up, stepped back, grabbed her plate and goblet, and began to walk over toward the table where the uruk sat.

Celebrimbor, for his part, was holding his breath. He did not dare look away, but in the periphery of his eye, he thought he saw several others watch the blonde make her way across the square as well. Even a few of those servants, who had been kind enough to work instead of celebrating themselves, had stopped in their tracks.

Mirdania, however, would not let herself be deterred – she came to a halt next to Gurlak, and Celebrimbor found himself pleasantly surprised, then elated, as various uruk made sure to bring over an empty chair and let her squeeze in between them, so the smith was sat right next to her uruk counterpart. Who first looked surprised, and then very pleased.

She patted Mirdania on the back, as was her usual friendly manner, though with far more restraint than she usually awarded Celebrimbor. The elven lord tried not to feel too jealous, considering Mirdania was far more petite than himself, and even he felt himself ache whenever Gurlak was particularly enthusiastic about greeting him, or showing her humor.

His eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline when, soon after, he saw her throw her arm over the back of Mirdania’s chair and lean over, comfortably in her personal space as the blonde elf ate and began to chat with Gurlak and the uruk’s assistants, wholly at ease with the physical closeness between them.

Celebrimbor and Adar both had seen signs that Mirdania and Gurlak must to have gotten to know one another better, maybe even begun to become acquainted, but nothing to the extent that he could see now.

He was nudged by his husband, who wore an amused but similarly surprised expression as Celebrimbor’s own. The elf smiled, gaze wandering between his husband and the two fast friends, only to see Nethiel, the newest apprentice of his, also grab her own plate and hurry after Mirdania. She, too, was quickly given a chair to sit on, and one or two of Gurlak’s assistants soon drew her into a conversation of their own.

He also saw Gurlak grab a few grapes off of Mirdania’s plate, who stilled, looked disbelievingly at the grinning uruk, then stole something right back with a cheeky grin, causing Gurlak to laugh loudly in response.

"We really should ask those two how they befriended one another, once we find the time," Adar remarked. His voice was soft, tone fond. He, like Celebrimbor, seemed relieved to see what was taking shape before their eyes.

They were the first among the elves and uruk to have such a close relationship, whether as allies, friends or lovers. Seeing others follow their example, be curious and open and willing to forgive old hurts in favor of peaceful coexistance – even friendship – was a promising sign. Hopefully, it would prove to be another step towards a future they all would soon share.

The other attendees watched the proceedings with curiosity, from what Celebrimbor could see as he looked around, but at most, he could see confusion on their faces.

It did not happen immediately, but once people had begun to turn back to their conversations or their food and drink, other elves and uruk got up and began to walk between the tables, shyly asking to use a vacated seat or simply sitting down when they found an empty chair.

New conversations were soon had, starting with the smiths of the uruk and elves, and continuing among the builders, then those that had helped with the sun tarps, the guards, and so forth.

Once again, Celebrimbor sought Adar’s hand to squeeze it. The elf felt hopeful, and saw that same sentiment reflected back at him in his husband’s face. As he turned to his High King and friends, he saw similar expressions on theirs as well.

They still had a long way to go, but like with Dísa and Durin and Narvi’s visit, with Arondir’s and Adar’s willingness to shake hands, this could be a precursor to better things to come.

All too soon, so much of the time had passed that the day had begun to turn into evening, and the warm, orange rays of the sun were cascading over the city, turning it into a sea of gold and glitter.

There was still plenty of food and drink to be had, but most people had turned away from these to talk instead – case in point, the square had been cleared of the long tables for the elves, uruk, and the delegations of the other realms, and rearranged them to line the sides of the square, with the people freely mingling in the newly emptied space.

Musicians and singers had joined the proceedings, not just elvish ones but from the uruk, dwarves and men as well, who performed various poetry and song to entertain the guests.

Gil-Galad was throwing a glance at Celebrimbor and Adar, who both pointedly ignored the subtle hint; the High King had been suggesting that they should dance at their own wedding celebrations multiple times throughout the preparations, and on each and every such occasion, the elf and the uruk had steadfastly refused. Neither of the two was much of a dancer, whether by interest or by skill, and would prefer to leave that honor to others, thank you very much.

At the king’s continued insistence, Celebrimbor had pointed out that it was also customary for one of the married parties to have a dance with a parent, and if no such parent was available, another person of authority in their lives. And then continued to look at Gil-Galad with a raised eyebrow.

The High King had been very quick to change his tune after that. He, too, was not one for dance – sometimes he could be persuaded after enough drink and at a late enough hour, but neither of that would have held true for an official, honorary dance with Celebrimbor. Seeing the point the smith was trying to make, he finally acquiescenced on trying to convince the wedded couple.

Of course, Galadriel had been eagerly offering to dance with Celebrimbor instead. Her offer had been an honest one; she was a fantastic dancer, and seemed to become a wholly different person whenever she got to indulge in it, becoming carefree and light and joyful as she moved to the music and sang along.

It had been what had first enchanted her husband Celeborn to her, and the smith knew the weight of her offer when she made it, especially so with how serious she was, when otherwise she might have taken the chance to tease the smith.

He had still declined an official wedding dance, but he would gladly join her for an informal one later on in the evening if she wished. Even though he dreaded it just the slightest bit, her fond smile was very much worth the offer.

Now, she was one of the many people walking around or standing in groups on the square. Gil-Galad had remained seated, but Narvi and Dísa had taken Elrond and Galadriel’s places next to him, while Adar switched with Celebrimbor, all four of them in a discussion about Khazad-Dum and what might be lurking in the darkened depths of the mountain.

Elrond and Durin had joined the dwarven delegation instead, talking animatedly from what Celebrimbor could see. The two friends were undoutedly trading humorous barbs by the look of lighthearted indignation on Durin’s face and Elrond’s cheeky smirk, with the other dwarves offering their own commentary at times.

Mirdania, Nethiel and Gurlak had remained close to another as well, pointing at and discussing some of the decor that had been hung up. He smiled at the way Mirdania motioned to a metallic piece that had likely been made by her and was being used to hold a bouquet of flowers to a lamppost, then saw Gurlak throw her an incredibly fond look, before the blonde elf turned to her and the two looked at an uruk-made piece decoration together instead.

He also saw Galadriel, who had briefly stood by the smiths but was quickly making her way to another group, almost flitting between them. The reason soon became clear as the Lord of Eregion watched her, and it caused him to chuckle in mirth.

There was a small gaggle of uruk children, mostly girls from what he could tell, who looked at Galadriel with huge moon eyes as they whispered among themselves and followed her around, always a twenty steps behind. The way Galadriel looked over her shoulder as if spooked was quite hilarious to behold, truth be told, considering she usually stared down ice trolls and large enemy forces with nary a blink.

She eventually noticed him staring and grinning in her direction, and so she made her way over to him with a questioning expression, throwing another look over her shoulder.

"I think you have acquired a small army of admirers," he quipped fondly as she came to stand in front of him. The incredulous surprise on her face caused him to laugh.

She looked over her shoulder once more, and raised an eyebrow as she turned back. The uruk children were still standing some way off, half-hidden behind a group of adults, but their gazes did not waver from her for one second. They did not look scared in the least, but rather, almost mystified.

"But how? Or why?" Galadriel asked. He knew what she meant – her past with the uruk was not exactly a peaceful one, so it had to be jarring that the young children weren’t terrified of, but curious about her. But that was a good thing, in Celebrimbor’s opinion, even if it would surely take some getting used to for the blonde.

He continued to smile at her. "Well, for one, you are one of the most beautiful elves in all of Middle-earth, and nearly all races of Arda enjoy beholding beauty," he gently said, then held up his hand as she made to rebuke him. "And also, you are a fierce warrior, which in their culture means something different than in ours, as I understand it. Of course they would be fascinated."

He paused, and slightly tilted his head at her as she did the same; his in fondness, hers in confusion. "How about talking to them?"

He half-expected her to look at him as if he’d gone mad, but instead she merely took a long moment to consider it, before she turned and looked over again. The children had moved closer in the meantime, obviously working up the courage to breach even more of the distance.

A sigh from her and then, "They are just children. I never- you are right," she replied, and turned to him to incline her head and give him a smile in turn.

After which she faced the children, taking two steps towards them before she sank to her haunches and beckoned them over. The smith could just imagine the smile on her face, and delighted in how it helped the children overcome their shyness as they slowly came over towards her, forming a half-circle.

Two of them had little clusters of flowers in their hands, and after asking her a few questions and staring in wonder, she tilted her head towards the girls so they might carefully tuck their blossoms into her hair. Haphazardly, in the way children’s hands typically tended to be a bit clumsy, but the gesture was a sweet one all the same.

Celebrimbor could only guess how sappy the look on his face was when Adar squeezed his arm and the elf turned to his husband, who was also staring at the scene before them.

They both took in the festivities, the people around them, the countless little moments they were allowed to witness. Celebrimbor knew the feast was important for everyone, but to him, the important things were the small instances of understanding and harmony, like the uruk children talking to Galadriel, or Nethiel, Mirdania and Gurlak standing together, and even the small exchange of gifts between Adar and Arondir earlier.

Change would not happen overnight, or due to a single feast, or even due an important, shared victory. It would take time, but it would happen eventually. Was already happening, right in front of their very eyes, small and incremental.

The elf was pulled from his thoughts when Adar turned his upper body fully towards him, and Celebrimbor did the same as if on instinct. The other wore a small smile as he moved in. The smith did not even have to think twice, and the two soon touched lips before resting their foreheads against one another.

"This is very beautiful, isn’t it?" The elf quietly asked. "I know I said I wanted this day to be over as soon as possible, but I think I am actually quite enjoying myself now."

Adar hummed and lightly nodded, trying not to dislodge Celebrimbor from where they touched. "Agreed. Now that the formal proceedings are over, it is...nice, to watch everyone be merry. They deserve to have that. As do we."

The elf could only agree, but before he could open his mouth to do so, Adar was reaching down and brought forth something from inside his cuirass, something that he seemed to have tucked away there.

It was a small leather satchel. He handed it over to Celebrimbor delicately, and in the close space between them, the elf slightly turned his head down to hold it in his hands for a moment, before he opened it, slow despite the anticipation he felt.

It was a lock of dark, slightly wavy hair, braided together and adorned with small, carved beads, made from wood and metal. The braid was knotted in places, woven in others, different lengths and thicknesses. A beautiful, intricate piece of work.

He looked up, a memory coming to him- "You mentioned braids have a special meaning for the uruk," he breathed. "This is more than an ornament, isn’t it?"

The other nodded, appreciatively, and the two separated so Adar could cup Celebrimbor’s hands and point at different sections of the braid.

"It is a...family tree, I think you would call it? Elrond showed me the written records you and your people keep," a light smile, then he began to explain. "Traditionally, the braid would only mark the family tree of the one giving it, but I thought this would fit much better. This is us, here in the middle. Above is your family line, and below, that of my children."

He took time and care to explain each detail – how the beads marked several generations, what runes and materials corresponded with what family lines and amount of children in each, and other such things; a thoughtful, elaborate way of record-keeping that Celebrimbor could only marvel at.

"I love this," he replied, searching for words in how to convey how much he already treasured this gift, how much joy it brought him, the bone-deep love he felt for his husband in that moment. "The way you joined our families into one, our past and our future. Thank you, Adar."

His smile was bright, a little watery perhaps, causing Adar to wipe a gentle thumb under his eyes before he cupped Celebrimbor’s cheek and kissed him again.

"And I love you," Adar replied, smile and tone warm with affection. "I’m most glad you like the gift."

The elf nodded. "I do, I do," and then, "I love you, too."

It was quiet, intimate, personal moments like these that counted, more than any feast, any grand gesture, any great amount of people that might see. This – this was the moments Celebrimbor cared for, and would cherish. He and Adar both. Both of them smiled as they kissed once more, and were rather content to ignore everything else going on around them as they did.