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lay of leithian, or, why decima is no longer allowed to propose thread ideas while manic
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Kiss.

"I've waited long enough."

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"Then I won't be the one to make you wait longer."

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She laughs.

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Giggle. "Do you want to marry now?" she asks.

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"Yes."

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Kiss!!!

Then that sounds like time to move toward Luthien's bed, then.

 

(...Mygwainor was married, once, millions of years ago in her zeroth life, long enough to get pregnant, though not for very long after. She barely remembers it, and... It wouldn't apply much here, anyways.)

(She knows the theory well enough, at least, enough to make Luthien happy, to make them wed.)

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Her mind opens to Luthien, a warm happy glow, wrapping around her wife.

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She glows right back at her lovely, beautiful, brilliant wife.

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Kisses, so many kisses, she loves Luthien so much. 

(She doesn't think about how it's going to suck when this loop resets. That's secret knowledge, though, and can't be shared anyways.)

Fortunately, elves are rarely impatient. They have all the time they could possibly want before anyone expects them to seriously work on the wedding parties. 

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She would like to get it in before the consequences of Thingol's decisions inevitably come calling. Midsummer next, perhaps.

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Kiss. 

Alright. 

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The wedding preparations start after the winter solstice, at least in terms of what people who aren't either of the brides are doing, but Luthien and Beren's input is intentionally kept minimal - everyone feels the brides shouldn't have to worry too much at all. 

Beren and Luthien are encouraged to spend their days out in the forest once it warms, in fact, largely by Luthien's friends among the guards. (Thingol's mood has been mercurial, of late.)

News always takes a while to travel, messengers longer, so they haven't actually heard anything from the Feanorians as midsummer begins its quick approach. (The rumors of increased orcish raids brought in by dwarvish traders might have something to do with that.)

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In fact, the first they hear of anything that might be termed consequences is an eerie, chilling shriek that echoes throughout the entire kingdom. The sunlight goes grey and dim, the trees lashing about in an immense, dangerous gale, and -

Something snaps in the Song of the world around them. The soft lullaby that had made Doriath feel safe, jagged edges smoothed over, comes to a jangling and harsh end.

It's replaced by a scream of rage and grief that shakes the world like a mighty drum.

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Mother-

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Welp.

This is early.

She rushes to her wife's side, says, "Ellin - do you think Menegroth is in danger - "

This timeline's probably a wash, things happening this dramatically out of order means it has a high chance of destabilizing, but.

She has to try. She doesn't want to be ripped away from her wife, she doesn't want this loop to end, she doesn't want to let Luthien down -

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"We need to check."

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She nods, takes Luthien's hand, and squeezes. "I'll be with you."

And off, as fast as they safely can through the trees.

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She doesn't want anything bad to have happened but-

She has a bad feeling.

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Her bad feeling seems justified.

There's faint sounds of combat, shouts, audible even before Menegroth's gates come into view.

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An attack? But how did they get so far so quickly?

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They round a last bend -

It doesn't seem to be an attack, at least not from without. No signs of invasion, no signs of sieges or infiltrators.

A lot of signs of internal conflict, though, people - dwarves and grey elves both - doing their best to flee, the elves having more success getting out than the dwarves. There seems to be some fighting between the elves and the dwarves, but - it's difficult to tell in the chaos, if it's organized or a few individuals at conflict points.

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They have to get further in-

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Her wife grabs her arm, tugs her back a bit. "We should use another entrance," she says, soft, urgent. "If there's a press, it'll be for this one."

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"...Fine. Quickly."

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