The Big Fat Finwëan Wedding

[finweson]

The big day has finally come; and anyone who ventures to Fëanor's gardens will find them decorated with long garlands of flowers - forget-me-nots, golden elanor and violets, by request of Armand and Chris - entwined with some of the small light-stones of Fëanor's making. Beneath the budding trees, long tables have been set, decorated with the same

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[sweariwontdie]

*is not missing* *is having a slight wardrobe malfunction*

typist: log later *winks*

[sweariwontdie]

typist: Log here, thanks to Claire.

[admiral_grumpy]

He arrives quite early, looking in admiration upon the wedding decorations. Everything looked perfect, which made him thankful that he wasn't more involved in the process; he would have screwed it up. The box of 'doves' he was carrying needed to be secured someplace until the appropriate time, but he couldn't find a place for them.

[finweson]

Once he spots Alistair, he walks over to him.
"Admiral. Hello." He eyes the crate interestedly. "What are you bringing there?"

[admiral_grumpy]

"Hello! These are the doves that Armand may have mentioned to you. I was planning on releasing them after the ceremony, but I don't know where to put them. I hope you don't mind?" Alistair looks about, again, for somewhere that wouldn't interrupt the perfection of the setting.

[finweson]

"Ah yes, he asked me about them." He looks around. "Hm. I suppose under the table would be too dark for the poor beasts, hm?"

[captainearendil]

*is there, naturally - might have been here earlier and helped with the preparations, actually*
*is arrayed in robes of white and blue, but is not wearing the fake Silmaril on his brow, only a simple silver coronet set with sapphires*
*at any rate, will be nice and helpful*

[sweariwontdie]

*beams at* I'm go glad you could come, Lord Earendil.

[captainearendil]

*smiles* I am glad I was invited. Congratulation to you both!

[sweariwontdie]

You've been very kind to me, and I understand you helped find the flowers. So you are very welcome here.

*smiles*

[east_of_jaipur]

*arrives with gifts for both Chris and Armand, admiring the gardens and the decorations* Oh, Lord Fëanaro, this looks lovely! Where shall I put these and where shall I stand?

[finweson]

Thank you. *looks at the gifts* Well, keep them on your chair until they're needed? Until all guests are gathered, you can as well sit at the table... would you like something to drink?

[east_of_jaipur]

I'm fine for now, thank you. *kisses both his cheeks* I'll go sit.

[finweson]

*.... right. being kissed, then. WE DON'T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER.* ... very well.

[christopherwren]

*isn't missing! is here and beaming, though admittedly nervous*

[sweariwontdie]

*static cling is evil but has been straightened out by Maitimo and arrives more or less with Chris*

[christopherwren]

*holds Armand's hand tightly and nervously touches the locket under his robes*

[sweariwontdie]

*clinging to his hand with one hand and a handkerchief with the other, but will probably greet some of the guests as they arrive*