3 Years Later
"Are you sure, sister?"
The raven-haired bride looks at her elder sister.
The golden-haired elf nods with a reassuring smile, holding twins with the same raven hair as their parents. The oldest, a boy with bright sea-green eyes and features that make him a smaller version of Thorin. The youngest by three minutes, a girl with dazzling diamond-blue eyes with tiny flecks of gold. She looks more like her aunt with the same colored hair, and is more shy than her older brother.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now, hurry. They're all waiting."
She places the twins on the bed next to her, and they climb off. The boy, Batairin, helps his sister, Eferhild, down and holds her hand.
Eferhild places her other small hand on her dress, a small puffy blue dress with a flower tiara in her wavy locks. Batairin straightens his small vest, and fixes his small, leather boots over his royal blue pants. Taking his aunt's hand, he follows after with his sister waving at her mother. The door closes, leaving the nervous, mortal elf alone with her thoughts.
She takes a look in the mirror.
(Her dress, minus the necklace)
(Forget the flower thing on top of the veil)
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The Dark Dragon of Middle Earth
FanficElanor is the youngest sister of Galadriel, who happens to be a skin-changer. She was asked by Gandalf personally to help with a dragon and dwarf problem. It seems that it seems like a bad mix: dragons, dwarves, and elves. Want to see how this plays...