“Magister, you asked me to inform you when your mother arrived. I just led her to the garden only moments ago.”
Hethurin frowned. He wasn’t even done getting dressed yet. He had bought a complicated robe for today, and needed help with the buttons and ties in the back. “Is Vaildor here yet?” he asked, glancing towards the windows overlooking the garden. He’d go to look for himself if Terellion wasn’t working on buttoning the back of one of the pieces of his robe.
“He arrived with Lani not long ago. They’re using the second classroom as the room to get ready in.”
“So he’s not out in the garden yet.”
“No, Magister. He was still with Lani inside, the last I knew.”
Hethurin nodded, “Thank you, Tik. Let Lani know that I’ll be down shortly.”
“Of course, Magister.” Tik replied with a short bow before turning to leave the room.
Hethurin waited until the door latched shut before speaking again. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Terellion was working on finishing the last of the buttons. “You don’t have to go downstairs if you don’t want to. You could watch the wedding from the balcony here, and I would bring up food and cake from the party after.” He stood after fastening the last button, and took the next piece of the robe which had been laid out on the bed.
Hethurin held his arm up a bit as Terellion started fastening on the pieces that fit over his shoulders. “I can’t do that. I have to go downstairs. It’s my sister’s wedding. She’ll want me down there, plus someone has to watch Vaildor so that she doesn’t have to worry about him as much.”
Terellion finished fastening on the second piece of shoulder armor. “You know I’ll be watching to make sure everything’s okay, right?”
Hethurin smiled, and turned to kiss him. “I know. I love you.” He paused, then kissed him again. “I should go downstairs.” He kissed him once more before he cast his teleport.
He appeared in the hallway outside of the second classroom. He knocked on the door. One of his students, Xarola, answered, opening the door just a crack and peeking out. “Oh, hello Magister Fairsong. You can’t come in. We’re changing. There was a mix up with the dresses, and we have to improvise a little.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I just came to find Vaildor. He’s not in there now.”
“No! Not right now. Lani sent him to the library.”
“Okay. If you would, please let Lani know I’ll be with him. Thank you.” he said, while turning to go back down the hallway. The library was close. There was no need to teleport. He breathed a small sigh of relief upon seeing Vaildor sitting alone at one of the desks with his drawing paper. The young elf looked up from his artwork as Hethurin sat down in a nearby chair.
“Oh, hi.” Vaildor said as he looked back down and resumed drawing.
“Hi. It’s an exciting day, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Vaildor replied without looking up.
“What are you drawing?”
“It’s going to be Lani, but I don’t know what the dress looks like on her yet. I’m just getting some sketches started ahead of time so that I can add more later. I’ll eventually turn them into paintings based on the sketches.” He looked up again, “Is it time to go to the garden yet?”
Hethurin looked up in the direction of the garden. He wasn’t eager to go there, but he understood that Vaildor was. He hadn’t met half of his own family yet, and Hethurin knew most, if not all, of them would be there today. “Lani asked me to make sure you’re inside until the ceremony starts.” He noted Vaildor’s frown as he stated Lani’s one and only rule. “Maybe we could go to the sitting room and look out the window. That way you can learn who everyone is before meeting them after the ceremony.”
Vaildor seemed a little more receptive to that idea. He nodded in agreement and packed up his pencils. Hethurin walked with him to the sitting room and peered out one of the large windows looking out into the garden. A quick glance told him that all of his sisters were there. He saw his mother holding his nephew as she spoke to Nessna. Nessna looked eager to take the baby back. He pointed her out to Vaildor. “Our mother is the one holding Rylad over there next to Nessna.”
“Who’s that guy with the muscles standing on the other side of her?”
Hethurin scrunched up his nose. “That’s her boyfriend.” He glanced at the man who seemed to be posing, ignoring the baby, and looking off in another direction.
“He doesn’t look very old.” Vaildor commented.
“He’s not.” Hethurin scanned the crowd and spotted another one of his sisters sitting off to the side. He raised a brow upon seeing who she was talking to. It was a pandaren woman. It could be the same one he saw when he visited her in Pandaria, but he wasn’t sure. They all looked the same to him. He pointed at his sister. “You haven’t met her yet, the one next to the bear, right?”
“No.” Vaildor looked at the pandaren with a puzzled look on his face, but said nothing more.
“That’s Aranae. She lives in Pandaria, and doesn’t like anyone. I’d avoid her if I was you.”
“I want to meet her.”
Hethurin looked at Vaildor sympathetically. The boy had no idea what he was getting into today. He sighed lightly, and looked back out the window, scanning the crowd outside for another sister. He found two of them, talking to each other. He pointed them out to Vaildor. “There, just on the other side. Vallindra has her hair up, and is standing next to a blond guy. His name is Xanaroth. He’s her husband. The woman they’re talking to is Esladra. Vallindra and Esladra are our sisters. You haven’t met either of them yet, have you?”
Vaildor shook his head.
“You’ll get to later, after the ceremony.”
“Do you think they’ll like me?”
Hethurin hesitated, unsure what to say. At last, he said, “Some of them are very difficult. As far as they know, you’re Lani’s adopted son. You probably won’t see them very often, so it doesn’t matter that much if they like you or not.”
“Let’s go see if Lani and the others are ready yet.”
They both headed back towards the room where Lani and the other girls were getting ready.