"I can't believe I'm here! Oh my Oz, this is so exciting! It'll be just like Shiz all over again. Can you believe it Elp- Oh, ELphie, stop pacing like that! You're going to wear a hole right through the floor!"

Perched on the vanity stool, Glinda the Good watched with a semi-amused expression as her best friend in the world wove an interesting pattern around the small room, stepping gracefully around various objects as she moved mindlessly about. "You know," the blonde supplied, knitting her brows together, "it's a good thing I'm here right about now. Oz only knows how bad you'd be if I weren't"

"That's not the point," the other woman snapped, dragging green fingers through a mane of ebony tresses. "You have no idea what it took to get you here. Fiyero was nearly ready to kill me for evening thinking of it."

"He got over it quickly enough," Hopping off the stool, Glinda placed a hand on her friend's arm, stilling her steps. "Stop," she ordered, guiding her into a nearby chair, "Besides, either my eyes were deceiving me, he hugged me nearly as long as you did."

Guilt colored Elphaba's face, "Glin, I'm so sorry we didn't tell you sooner. Oz knows I wanted to, but Fiyero insisted. It was too dangerous; the risks were too great-"

The blonde held up a hand, "Enough, Elphie. Fiyero and I talked and all is forgiven." Sighing, she took a seat in front of her, taking her green hand in her creamy white one. "I understand why you didn't" A squeeze. "I'm just so glad you finally did."

"How did you ever manage to get away?"

She shrugged. "That's the glorious thing about being ruler of the country, I suppose. You can take a vacation whenever you please."

A brow arched, "Surely they wanted a reason."

"And they received one," "Glinda smiled. "I told them I was attending an old friend's wedding."

Elphaba's gaze lifted to her. "So you basically told them the truth."

The blonde shrugged, "Sometimes the truth is the best type of lie. There's less suspicion that way." Plopping down beside her, Glinda enveloped Elphaba in a hug, squealing, "I can't believe you're getting married! This is so exciting."

Having missed Glinda's antics, the green woman quickly returned the embrace before disentangling herself. "Trust me, you're not the only one." Resuming her pacing, she stated, "If someone told me two years ago that me, of all people, mind you, I would have laughed in their face."

Well, Fiyero has a way of changing a woman's perspective on things," Glinda mused with a smile. "Trust me, I know."

Elphaba shook her head, "I shouldn't be doing this, Glin. It should be you, not me. I'm not right for him!"

"Yes, you are," the blonde replied calmly, "No matter what happened, his actions were right that day. Elphie, that man would go to the moon and back for you, don't you see. He loves you beyond all reason."

Elphaba stopped to stare out the window. "The idiot is probably as cool and calm as Suicide Creek right now." She snorted, "Jerk."

"Now, now, don't be so hasty," Glinda smirked. "The last time I spoke to Adrian, he said the poor man was a nervous wreck."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly rethinks this whole thing," she muttered, "He's probably questioning his sanity as we speak."

"ELphie, stop it." Glinda's tone was firm. "Take a deep breath and calm down. Fiyero loves you more than life. You know it, he knows it, and I know it. Sweet Oz, even Adrian knows it. He's not going anywhere. It's Lurlinemas eve and you're getting married in an hour." Placing her hands on her shoulder, Glina pushed her into a chair. "It's all going to be fine, I promise. Now," she turned away to grab the curling iron laying on the nightstand. "Time to make you gorgeous!"

Elphaba eyed the curling iron, then her friend. "Get away from me with that thing."

Glinda ignored her, winding a piece of her midnight hair through the tool. "You're perfectly safe with me. Trust me, when Fiyero sees you, he's going to die!"

Glinda had no idea just how accurate her prediction was.

The moment Fiyero saw his bride, he was sure he felt his heart stop. He ignored the good-natured jab Adrian gave him, but had a pretty good idea that the wide grin on his former officer's face resembled his own.

Elphaba was radiant. Clad in a flowing white gown, she smiled shyly as she began her walk toward him. The dress was a one-shouldered, ivory A-line that hugged her figure in all the right places, flaring at the knee to fall gracefully to the floor. A white lily was pinned to her hair, which had been left down to fall around her shoulder. Glinda had added a few waves, he noticed, but not s much that she wasn't still his beautiful Fae.

Stepping down to take her hand, he waited until she handed her bouquet off to Glinda before whispering in her ear, "You're beautiful." A blush stole into her cheeks and he smiled, still loving the fact that he was the only person on earth who could cause her to do so. He led her up the few stairs to the officiate, a man chosen with great discretion and trusted with the upmost confidence by Glinda the Good.

For her part, Elphaba didn't hear a word the man spoke. Her mind was reeling. Even after all of this time, she couldn't believe she was here, surrounded by friends she thought she would never see again, marrying the man she loved above everything else, and on a moonlit Lurlinemas Eve, of all days. It was only when Fiyero squeezed her hands that she was drawn back to the present and gave him a little smile, knowing his next words would be for her alone.

"Oh, Elphaba, he whispered, shaking his head. "My beautiful, beautiful, Elphaba. How long I've waited for this day. To be standing here with you, holding your hands, just as I'm doing now, and vowing to love you for the rest of my life. It's…more than I could ever hope for." His smile was a bit shaky and she squeezed his hands, willing him to continue. "Until you entered my life, I had no idea about what I had been missing out on, what more was out there for me. I was hiding my doubts and fear behind a mask that worked on everyone but you. You saw the real me, Fae. You let me be who I am, without any pretense or hidden agendas. You changed me, for the better, I believe and I don't think I could love you more even if I tried."

Bringing her hands to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, " I do love you, Elphaba. Even when you think I don't, I love you. I promise I always will. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my like proving to you just how much."

Glinda sniffled behind her and Elphaba had to close her own eyes to will away the tears that threatened to fall.

Turning her gaze back to the man in front of her, she raised her eyes to his, speaking with a think voice, "I love you, Fiyero. That's never been something I've been very successful at hiding. …And the very fact that I'm standing here with you, in a wedding gown, on Lurlinemas Eve still can't make me believe this is real, that you're mine forever." She cleared her throat, willing her voice to become stronger. You say I changed you, Fiyero, but the truth is, you've changed me as well. On the first night we…loved each other, you told me to look at things through different eyes. Well, since that night, I've done as you said and it's one of the things I love most about you."

Chuckling, she smiled at him, finally. "Fiyero, the way you live, the way you view life. I realize I'll never look at everything the same, but I'm willing to try. When I see rain, you see sunshine and when I withdraw, you never fail to let your love show. When I scoffed at the idea of getting married on Lurlinemas Eve, you pushed through and got me to see the timeless elegance and romance of it," Se smirked, "Right down to the last clichéd snowflake. But you know, maybe that's what I need to do. I needed to see Lurlinemas, to see life through your eyes."

Wrapping her arms wound his neck, she leant her forehead to his. "And…I think, by seeing things the way you them, I think…." She hesitated before finishing,"I think that, just maybe, I'm beginning to see myself through your eyes too. And that makes me love you a hundred times stronger than I ever felt I could love anyone. So thank you, my sweet." Unable to stop herself, she kissed him softly. "Thank you for letting me see who you see. I love you," she whispered.

Fiyero, blinking back tears of his own, barley heard the declaration that they were husband and wife. Before the statement was even finished, he had Elphaba in his arms, kissing her like a man starved. Somewhere in the distance, he thought he heard Glinda's happy squeal and Adrian's congratulatory whoop, but all that mattered to him that moment was the woman in his arms and the fact that she was now his forever.

Behind them, the officiate merely gave and amused smile as he said, wryly, "You may….go on kissing your bride. Congratulations"

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