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It had been Mahal’s turn to watch the progress being made. He was surprised to find Men and Elves in Erebor’s halls but found Thorin’s attitude refreshing. Yavanna had gone out to influence the wildlife and the grounds around the mountain. The people would need food after this battle.
He called for her when mentions of a fire-wedding emerged. He grinned as the elves and men participated, Thorin and Bilbo dancing perpendicular to Freye and Fíli. He had found himself enjoying watching these pairs. His children were just like him, in love with Yavanna and her people.
“We should bless the union,” Yavanna said beside him.
“How?”
“Lengthen their lives. Bilbo will not age the same as Thorin. Freye will likely die before Fíli. Just a little influence,” she argued.
He huffed out a laugh. Oh, she definitely had favorites this century.
“Agreed, my dear. Shall we?”
They went to the fire, placing their hands where the knot would have to pass when the couple jumped over the fire. Fíli and Freye were first. Mahal brought the flames up, summoning his powers through it with Yavanna doing the same through his influence. They brushed the knot, the magic flowing through to the hands connected there. They repeated with Thorin and Bilbo, noting the slight differences in the pairs when the ceremony ended.
“I sense you.” They looked to the Maiar, Gandalf. He smiled gently as he watched the festivities. “They will be happy to hear the news.”
“Just not until the battle is over,” Mahal commented. “Watch over them.” Gandalf hummed, tipping his hat to both of the Valar.
“What’s next?” Yavanna inquired.
“Let’s visit the west. I think there are people we need to see.”
To Yavanna, it was a bit of a second honeymoon. Things were finally looking up for their children.