A Wedding..? A Wedding!

[Blocky 151]

The Silver city had been buzzing with anticipation for weeks. A few Mali’thill had been rushing through the streets to finish the final preparations. Criss-crossing along the narrow alleyways of elcihi a blurred flash of dark blue would be seen bolting down the streets. Calia’s flourishing dress of several shades of deep blue seemed to never linger on the same twilight nuance. Her silks would fly away with the wind turning to a wave of elegant fabrics washing through the air, fluttering and swaying as she was in no mood to allow anyone to start walking in her way.

 

She had been working from early sunrise to near noon, her patience would have worn thin if anyone had dared bother her today. She had been one of the many Mali who had been lifting light wood chairs, banners & carpet to decorate the Eternal Library. Calia sighed in relief as the soothing sound of bells would start echoing through the narrow streets. “Finally!” Calia would announce returning to her regular lazed ambiance as she would join the Mali’aheral flooding into the streets, all leading to Library entrance.

 

The large central area of the Eternal Library had been filled with the numerous chairs, aligned in several rows, split by a finely woven carpet of royal blue leading to a single lectern. While elMali’aheral would pour through the entrance, a few of the empty bookshelves were covered with banners of bright blue and silver. Kalameet stood before the lecture, dressed in a finely tailored suit. His suit had been textured to the unique coal black to stand out from his silver hair.

 

Many of elMali’thill had settled into their seats, which had begun to fill up quickly until soon none remained. The hall had been huge enough to accommodate all of the guests but even a ceremony of this proportion was trying. The elves were quick to converse and even quicker to cease as Elwyn stood by the entrance, Calia shadowing behind her, her loyal and trusted llir who she had chosen as her bridesmaid.

 

“I can’t believe the day has finally come.” Elwyn had been preparing for this moment for months now since Kalameet proposed, but her preparation did nothing to still her nerves. “I never would have thought I’d be standing here this day.” Elwyn glanced nervously from her betrothed and the one hundred eyes all on her before exhaling deeply in an anxious breath. She slowly began to stride forward, the blow of her stilettos softened by the blue carpet. Her tense expression vanished the further she glided forward, less aware of the staring, all that except for only his.

 

She was aware he was staring at her; it would be strange if he wasn’t. His longing looks made her feel safe as she finally reached the end to stand by his side. As if she could fear nothing while he stood by her side. Even the veil that had flown along the back of her dress, pulling at her, and across the stone steps before the Library doors had numbed to nothing, partially because Calia had taken some of the weight off her by lifting part of it.

 

Kalenz was standing behind the podium, elevated above them both, and even higher than all those sitting. She had not notice him when she entered the room and was not surprised she neglected to pay any interested to his presence. She had not been concerned about his standing there. She knew he’d arrive and doubted he’d be late. His sudden appearance was well timed as everyone had already settled down. All eyes were now on him. Kalameet had asked him to speak at their wedding and he was the most respected and prominent Mali’aheral she could think of. She could only presume that is why Kalameet picked him.

[Lark 2227]

"Took him long enough" Salazar says with a smirk.

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz' eyes flick over the gathered elves before speaking as he always does in weddings, by opening in elven:

 

"Ito karim, ito karin, elnuit mali'aheral ito oem. Elmali'aheral bilokae eleyun'oem — Elmalii. Kaean chul'okarae nae'leh thilln."

 

He then continues in common.

 

"It is through the union of two elves that we produce crotch fruit, the most valuable type of fruit which elves can produce. Even more valuable than mangoes, the crotch fruit is something which must be tended for years until it grows into a tree which may bear more crotch fruit and continue the beautiful cycle of crotch fruit! Indeed— Kalameet and Elwyn! Go forth and coitus, right now, so that I can rest my mind knowing that crotch fruit is growing inside Elwyn. Plant your seed!"

[1 1393]

Kalenz' eyes flick over the gathered elves before speaking as he always does in weddings, by opening in elven:

 

"Ito karim, ito karin, elnuit mali'aheral ito oem. Elmali'aheral bilokae eleyun'oem — Elmalii. Kaean chul'okarae nae'leh thilln."

 

He then continues in common.

 

"It is through the union of two elves that we produce crotch fruit, the most valuable type of fruit which elves can produce. Even more valuable than mangoes, the crotch fruit is something which must be tended for years until it grows into a tree which may bear more crotch fruit and continue the beautiful cycle of crotch fruit! Indeed— Kalameet and Elwyn! Go forth and coitus, right now, so that I can rest my mind knowing that crotch fruit is growing inside Elwyn. Plant your seed!"

 

Arayon Drakon can not stop laughing, thinking Kalenz has lost it.

[Britfirefox 10]

Upon assisting Elwyn by lifting up her cumbersome veil as she ambled down the aisle, she would depart from Elwyn as she took her place before the podium with her betrothed, Kalameet. Calia would then saunter over to a nearby chair, her gaze sweeping over the expressions of the couple.

 

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Calia would sit idle in her chair as Kalenz delivered his speech. Upon hearing it, her eyes would widen and she'd purse her lips, before saying “This is the speech they asked for?”

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Wub d'zkah ees ash 'khrotch froot' enniweyz? Det seunds utturlee riturdeed" says Rap'Lur to nobody in particular as he stares at the unfinished gates longingly

 

idk whats so bad about rains of castamere but ok forum cops

[drewbobjoe 8]

Kalenz' eyes flick over the gathered elves before speaking as he always does in weddings, by opening in elven:

 

"Ito karim, ito karin, elnuit mali'aheral ito oem. Elmali'aheral bilokae eleyun'oem — Elmalii. Kaean chul'okarae nae'leh thilln."

 

He then continues in common.

 

"It is through the union of two elves that we produce crotch fruit, the most valuable type of fruit which elves can produce. Even more valuable than mangoes, the crotch fruit is something which must be tended for years until it grows into a tree which may bear more crotch fruit and continue the beautiful cycle of crotch fruit! Indeed— Kalameet and Elwyn! Go forth and coitus, right now, so that I can rest my mind knowing that crotch fruit is growing inside Elwyn. Plant your seed!"

 

Cirdan screams with laughter, wondering what Kalenz is thinking.

[Blocky 151]

Elwyn would watch silently await the enlightening words she once dream of as a oem’ii but her expression would quickly change to one of confusion at the mention of 'crotch fruit' and later dismay before he even finishes. “Is every Sohaer on drugs or am I just going insane?”

[techyno__ 0]

Harriel mutters "Worst wedding speaker, indeed."

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus, among those gathered, would smirk slightly upon hearing Kalenz' carefully written speech. He would continue the rest of the wedding holding an expression of amusement, his mind still hovering around two choice words: "Fruit" and "Crotch" (but not necessarily in that order).

[Mithradites 1168]

Maheral Lucion Sullas sits at the back of the procession, and looks around himself quizzically at the shocked and confused faces on the gathered citizens. He leans back on his chair, and comments beneath his breath.

 

"They asked Kalenz Uradir, the least subtle Mali'aheral in all of the land, to lead a wedding. And yet they are shocked by the outcome?" 

[Moot 1719]

Maheral Lucion Sullas sits at the back of the procession, and looks around himself quizzically at the shocked and confused faces on the gathered citizens. He leans back on his chair, and comments beneath his breath.

 

"They asked Kalenz Uradir, the least subtle Mali'aheral in all of the land, to lead a wedding. And yet they are shocked by the outcome?" 

Kalameet would nod smoothly, his composure neutral like always.

"Not at all. I myself am quite excited for the immanent crotch fruit."

[ski_king3 0]

Laethis would frown as he looked upon the wedding, his eyes narrowing briefly as he looked to the bride. "He is too fond of her," he would murmur to himself before forcing an air of contentment onto his visage.

[Lawrna 440]

The Eternal Librarian silently goes insane with all of the people within her library.

She wheezes.

[Mephistophelian 977]

Lorien clutches a hand over his mouth as Kalenz speaks, and quietly simmers down. His eyes, however, tell a different story; shining with humour. He sits impatiently in his seat for the moment that he may get up and congratulate the newly-wed.