The sun rose cheerily upon the Blue Mountains that morning. Rhonwen was already awake. Having washed and dressed, she was undergoing the painful treatment of enduring her hair being nearly pulled out of her scalp. At least, that's what it felt like. Coriann was determined to braid Rhonwen's hair in a very elegant fashion, but it was harder and more painful than either of them had expected. Dís was busying herself with making sure Coriann and Rhonwen's dresses were laced up correctly.

A long last, it was done and Coriann, quite satisfied at this point, showed Rhonwen what she had done. Rhonwen was speechless. "Coriann, how ever can you make such elaborate hair styles? I have absolutely no skill in that area."

"I endured a year of learning how to do hair."

"I'm still amazed. I don't have the patience."

Just then, a knock was heard on the door. Coriann called over her shoulder, "Fíli, Kíli, or Kiliene, if that is you, you are not, I repeat not, allowed to enter."

They heard a familiar voice answering, "But what about Balin?"

Rhonwen laughed. "Come in, Uncle. We're almost finished."

The door opened and Balin, dressed in very elaborately embroidered clothing, stepped into the room. He smiled when he saw Rhonwen and Rhonwen thought for a moment that he looked like he was about to cry. "My, my. Don't you look a pretty sight for these aging eyes."

Rhonwen blushed. "Thank you, Uncle. I hope Kíli thinks the same."

"Oh, he will. T'was all Dwalin could do to keep him from coming here."

All four of them laughed and then Balin added. "That is why Thorin and I agreed to be your escorts. To prevent Fíli from working his mischief." He winked and opened the door wider so that Thorin stepped in.

Thorin was majestically arrayed in a fine suit of dark blue embellished with silver threads and trimmed with fur at the ends. A small smile lightened his face when he saw the ladies: Dís, a warm smile brightening her face, Coriann with a joyous look on hers, and Rhonwen, the excited light that all young brides are blessed with enlightening her face so that it shone with happiness. "Are you ready?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. "Or do I not need to ask?"

Dís laughed. "I think not." She turned to Rhonwen. "Are you ready?"

Rhonwen nodded and took the arm that Balin offered. Dís went with Thorin and Coriann walked with her husband down the hall, up the stairs and into the Hall of Ceremonies.

Rhonwen had been here only once and that was at Coriann's wedding a few months ago. Dwarves, dressed in their most eleborate and decorative clothing, were gathered in the hall. Dwalin, Fíli, and Kíli were standing at the end to the side of the Master of Ceremonies. That dwarf was one of the oldest in that place and he as the elder was in charge of all such things. Fíli looked up and seeing Rhonwen and poked his brother with his elbow. Kíli's face broke into a near earsplitting smile when he saw his bride. A reverent hush fell upon the assembly as the Master of Ceremonies began to speak. Yet it seemed that Rhonwen and Kíli were completely oblivious to the many eyes that stared upon them.

After the ceremony was over, the dwarves all gathered in the Feasting Hall and began to celebrate. There was plenty of food and drink (much to Fíli's delight), and the sounds of lively, lilting music formed a backround to the laughter and talking that filled the air. After the feasting came the singing and dancing which carried long into the evening. Then Dís and Thorin winked at each other. Announcing that it was time for the newly wedded couple to retire, together they led Rhonwen and Kíli to an part of the place they had not seen nor been to before.

Dís smiled and said, "Now, we don't want to see either of you for two weeks. We will provide anything you need, but you must not leave these apartments. Understood?"

Rhonwen blushed and nodded. "Thank you for everything, Dís."

"Oh pushaw. It was nothing. Now, I'll leave you two. See you in a few weeks," Dís turned and left.

Kíli and Rhonwen watched her go and then he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her upon the threshold.