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"Alright. Let me haul my princess across the threshold!"
Glorfindel and Erestor were stood outside the doorway of their home, laughing and drunk.
They had spent the evening surrounded by friends and family, drinking and dancing.
A memorable night for the two of them.
"Princess? Who are you calling princess?" Words mildly slurred by Erestor, acting like he was offended.
Glorfindel was not sure if Erestor had stomped his foot, but the pout made it seem possible.
The Balrog slayer picked up Erestor with ease, noting the pout.
"You. You're dressed all pretty and get snippy when you don't get your way."
"I am not- This is traditional Elvish wedding attire-" Flustered, he was flustered.
"In you go!" Glorfindel was almost laughing too hard to carry Erestor across the doorway.
"This is a strange custom!"
"I saw some humans do it once and it made me envious." Glorfindel laughed as he crossed the room, Erestor in his arms.
When a small "oof", Erestor was tossed onto the plush bed, Glorfindel climbing on top of him in a heartbeat.
"Oh." Glorfindel had his hands running up and down the sides of Erestor's rib cage, making the black haired man arch his back in bliss.
Glorfindel chuckled.
It was their wedding night, Elrond had joined them together this afternoon in a quiet courtyard ceremony.
It had been perfect.
Sunshine and tulips.
The after party had been full of people, alcohol, and dancing.
Both of their feet hurt horribly on the walk home.
And now here they were, in the home they shared together, having gotten through the traditional elven courting period.
Yes, they had dated for decades prior, but Erestor wanted to do things proper: so with all reason, they had courted each other.
Of course some adjustments had to be made to the original tradition.
Example, they had already slept together and tonight, he highly doubted that Erestor would be his blushing virgin prince.
Or that they had already washed each other's hair, many a night one or both coming home intoxicated or sad had led to this small comfort.
The memory of those thin fingers scratching gently as his scalp made him shudder in pleasure.
The warmth of lips on his throat pulled him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to Erestor in front of him.
"Are you going to kiss me or are you going to spend all night lost in your head, darling?"
Glorfindel chuckled and planted a kiss on the tip of the raven haired man's nose.
"Oh Love, I'm going to spend every day for the rest of my days with you. I intend to kiss you every day for the rest of my days."