congalineofdurin:

at a hella cool castle

the groom channeled Thranduil and the Baratheons

the bridesmaids were elf maidens

the court jester and town crier were there

the cakes were gorgeous

luckily a friar was passing through town who was able to officiate (“mawwaige,” he said, “is what bwings us togevver today”)

the bride’s chariot was pulled by the most beautiful creature

unfortunately, as with all medieval weddings, there is the dragon problem