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Elliott's wedding gift from his new wife, although unconventional, is one of the best gifts he has ever received in his life. The female farmer excitedly enters his seaside cabin a week before they are to be wed, blue eyes sparkling with unrestrained joy as she vaults across the wooden floor. Her arms quickly come to wrap around Elliott's upper chest, startling the writer who had been sucked into the fictional word he is penning on the messy paper before him.
"Well, this is a wonderous surprise," Elliott breathes as he tilts his head upwards, his green eyes shifting to take in the sight of his beautiful fianceé behind him. "Whatever brings you to my drab cabin, my love?" he inquires, the soft smile he reserves only for his farmer gracing his lips.
"Your wedding gift is finished," she announces, practically beaming with pride and excitement.
"I see. I suppose I will need to avoid whatever room you have hidden it in until our nuptials in a week's time, hmm?" Elliott asks, pushing himself up from the wooden chair before taking his fianceé in his arms, wrapping himself completely around her, engulfing her smaller frame with his own.
He pulls her as close as physically possible to his own chest, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other coming to rest protectively on her waist.
"Well, that may be harder than you'd think," she softly laughs, a happy sigh escaping her lips as Elliott's fingers card through her brown hair with such tenderness. "It's not an object so much as an addition to the farmhouse," the farmer nervously laughs, suddenly afraid that she will not have gotten the details just right to suit Elliott's needs.
"Beloved, I have no idea what you are saying," Elliott laughs gently, his smile beaming on his face.
"You'll just have to come and see for yourself," she declares, grasping one of his hands in her own and pulling him towards the door to the seaside cabin.
Content to follow his muse to the ends of the earth in every timeline he finds himself lucky enough to find her in, Elliott follows dutifully behind his love without any further questions being necessary.
They make it to the farmhouse less than fifteen minutes later. The brunette farmer finds herself a bundle of nerves as she swings the worn front door open, the wood squeaking on its hinges in protest. She would need to speak to Robin about getting a new front door installed sooner rather than later it seems. No matter, the wood would be easy to collect.
"Close your eyes," she softly commands, covering Elliott's green orbs with her tanned, calloused hands as she leads him into the main hallway of the farmhouse, one he has grown quite familiar with during their months of courtship.
"Whatever you wish of me shall be done, my darling," Elliott responds, willing to follow any command the woman beside him may give, forever crediting her as his one and only muse, his siren.
He counts their paces down the hallway since he is currently without his sense of sight, wondering when this hallway became as long as it seems to be today.
Surely by addition she hadn't meant she had added onto the house for him? Did it? Surely...
"Where are we...?"
"Open your eyes now."
The command is soft but insistent. She drops her hands from Elliott's face, flicking the light switch in a room the auburn haired man has never laid eyes on before.
Casting his gaze behind him first to determine where he is in reference to the rest of the house, Elliott catches sight of what will soon become their bedroom once he weds the beautiful farmer before him in a week's time. Elliott's eyes then begin to roam the new room he has found himself in, taking in all of the nearly empty bookshelves and a crisp new writing desk, crafted entirely of darkened oak. When his gaze falls upon the bookshelves, Elliott does a second glance, certain his eyes are deceiving him. For there, right in front of his eyes are all the books that are normally in his own bedside table back at the seaside cabin. For someone who loves to craft his own worlds, Elliott had not brought many physical books with him when he moved to Stardew Valley in pursuit of a simpler life. In places of prominence, on little display stands no less, sit three copies of Elliott's first published novel, the one he had dedicated to his fianceé upon its release a few months ago when they had only been dating one another. He recognizes the three copies as being the autographed copy he had gifted her personally the day after his public reading, a newly released special edition he had done after the book's rapid success, and the original handwritten copy, bound crudely by Elliott's own hands before he had been picked up for publishing.
"Beloved, I..." Elliott barely whispers, his voice failing him as he appreciates the space that is before him, a room to the farmhouse just for him and his passions.
There's plenty of space for many more books to come, a brand new and much larger writing desk, and even a pair of red armchairs where he could sit and relax between writing sessions with a cup of tea or coffee or to read another author's works. As far as wedding presents go, Elliott is assured that he has received the best the world has to offer.
"I figured that my bard deserved a library of his own," she smiles widely, her blue eyes filled with such love and devotion towards the man who will soon become her husband.
Well, technically, everyone else in Stardew Valley would refer to it as a study due to the writing desk for Elliott, but that's just a mere nuance to the farmer. Robin herself when she built the extension to the house referred to it as a study, but the farmer was quick to correct the town's carpenter, insisting that it was to be a library for all of Elliott's owned books as well as all of the ones the writer would come to craft himself.
"I had to ensure there was plenty of space for your collection of manuscripts to grow now that your muse has taken hold of you," she continues to explain, squeezing Elliott's hand in her own before encouraging him to browse the shelves and the newly crafted writing desk.
"I shall have to thank whatever celestial being thought that I ever deserved you in my life, dearest," Elliot reverently whispers, picking the farmer off the ground and happily spinning her around in his arms. "Because surely a wretch like me must be the luckiest man in all the worlds to receive such a thoughtful, personal wedding gift from the most beautiful of brides-to-be," he softly says against her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her pulse point.
"I know you had never felt truly supported in your career choice to be a writer in the days before I met you, so I wanted to let you know that so long as I am on this Earth that you will always have a safe space to craft your prose. I am overjoyed that you like your gift. It was rather worth all the effort it took to collect the materials Robin needed just to see your smile."
"Like it? Darling, I love this library, your thoughtful heart, and you most of all."
Elliott kisses her soundly on the lips, reveling in the tranquility that comes with having his own library to grow across the years as he and his farmer embark on their life together for decades to come.
That library would quickly become Elliott's private sanctuary, one he could lose himself completely in.