Fic: The General And The Jedi IX: With Jewels And Love (1/4)
Title: The General And The Jedi IX: With Jewels And Love (1/4)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Characters/Pairings (this chapter): Rolf/Lyra, Jan Solon, Mikal/Selena (Selena does not appear in this chapter), Han/Luke
Continuity: Star Wars (The Original Trilogy)
Series Notes: This particular series will follow Han and Luke's married life as they help Leia establish the New Republic. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, Romance, Slice-Of-Life
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings (this chapter): None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: It’s Han and Luke’s wedding! :)
Chapter Summary: Anticipation builds the night before the wedding.
Date Of Completion: March 7, 2020
Date Of Posting: June 26, 2020
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Disney does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 713
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: Ironically, the background for Han in Solo was what I’d usually envisioned for him: hardscrabble and on his own, but then this alternative background took hold of me before I saw the movie and the idea simmered for years. I like the contrasts between our rogue smuggler and the family he grew up with. :)
For any who think the use of ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ is jarring, I thought ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ too formal for Han, and ‘Ma’ and ‘Pa’ is more Clark Kent-ish, ha, ha, so I went with ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. ;)
On Corellia, ‘keep’ and ‘castle’ are used interchangeably.
I
IN THE EVENTIDE
The night before,
All is well,
Time to reflect,
Time to dwell.
Anticipation.
In the eventide.
Saff Pearl
"The Night Before"
2426 O.R.E.
(Old Republic Era)
Campfires flickered around the camps the night before the wedding. People toasted one another with slikakov and talked. Starting tomorrow, there would be three days of feasting and dancing. Tonight was for reflection and anticipation.
Lyra and Jan supervised the final feasting preparations while Rolf checked out the wedding grove. The natural bowers of flowers formed the colorful setting while garlands of leaves and flowers draped the wedding arch.
His brother Mikal entered the grove. “Looks great, Brother.”
“Thanks. A Clan Solon wedding has to be done right.”
“No argument there.” Mikal checked the flower arrangements set by the altar. “You’ve got a good eye.”
Rolf smiled faintly. Mikal cocked his head. “You all right? You seem preoccupied.”
Rolf shrugged. “It’s a big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.” Mikal tugged on his beard. “You’re happy about all this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know; you tell me.”
Rolf busied himself with a vase of blooms. “Just reflecting, Mik. It’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight, right?”
“Riiight. Well, Brother, enjoy your contemplation.”
Mikal left the grove and Rolf straightened up, uncertainty on his face. He seemed to debate something internally, then finally made a decision and left the grove.
& & & & & &
Han leaned in the doorway of Luke’s room. His arms and legs were crossed and he looked like the picture of indolence.
“What are you hanging around for? Have you changed your mind about separate sleeping arrangements tonight?” Luke asked.
“I could be persuaded to change my mind.”
Luke grinned and pulled out sleepwear from a dresser drawer. “Well, we should observe tradition, I suppose. For luck.”
“You figure you need luck marrying me?”
“At the very least.”
Han snorted. “C’mere, kid.”
Luke and Han embraced, Han stroking his Betrothed’s hair. Neither one spoke. Words were unnecessary.
When they parted, Luke said, “I think I’ll get ready for bed. Big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.”
Luke smiled. “See you tomorrow, scoundrel.”
“Okay, kid.”
Han bid Luke goodnight and headed for his chambers when he was stopped by his father.
“Han.”
Han turned slowly. “Dad?”
“Yeah.” Rolf looked uncomfortable. Han waited, wondering what this was all about. “I just wanted to say…tomorrow is special. You chose wisely, son.”
Han hid his surprise. “Thanks, Dad.”
Rolf tugged on his beard, unconsciously echoing his brother’s gesture in the grove. “Have a good night. Big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.”
“Good.” Rolf turned to go to his own chambers.
Han watched him go. He walked slowly to his chambers. Once inside, he went over to the window and stared out at the camps. Everyone would turn in early, getting rest for the three-day celebration to come.
Han rubbed his eyes. He was tired and decided turning in early sounded good to him. He undressed, put on some sleepwear and crawled into bed. He was not happy about the fuss but he was a Solon, and when you got married, this is what you did, especially when your mother was the High Priestess of the clan.
Looks like I’m destined to have strong women in my life.
He smiled as he relaxed, falling into a sound sleep.
& & & & & &
Luke sat cross-legged on his bed, meditating in a classic pose. He needed to relax. He could not afford to be a bundle of nerves tomorrow. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax muscles, let his mind drift.
A Jedi getting married. Wonder what the Elders would say to that if they were still around?
Luke remembered his first meeting with Han in that sleazy cantina in Mos Eisley, the trip to a destroyed Alderaan, the craziness aboard the Death Star, disappointment in Han leaving before the final battle, the Battle of Yavin IV, Han showing up to give Luke the chance to destroy the Death Star, the reunion in the hangar, the victory ceremony, Hoth, Dagobah, Cloud City, dueling with Vader…the memories kept flowing until he reached this point, in these chambers, waiting for a wedding with the man he loved.
With a smile, Luke got under the covers and fell asleep as campfires began to go out and Clan Solon slept sweet dreams.
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This chapter can be also be read on AO3.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Characters/Pairings (this chapter): Rolf/Lyra, Jan Solon, Mikal/Selena (Selena does not appear in this chapter), Han/Luke
Continuity: Star Wars (The Original Trilogy)
Series Notes: This particular series will follow Han and Luke's married life as they help Leia establish the New Republic. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, Romance, Slice-Of-Life
Rating (this chapter): G
Warnings (this chapter): None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: It’s Han and Luke’s wedding! :)
Chapter Summary: Anticipation builds the night before the wedding.
Date Of Completion: March 7, 2020
Date Of Posting: June 26, 2020
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Disney does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 713
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: Ironically, the background for Han in Solo was what I’d usually envisioned for him: hardscrabble and on his own, but then this alternative background took hold of me before I saw the movie and the idea simmered for years. I like the contrasts between our rogue smuggler and the family he grew up with. :)
For any who think the use of ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ is jarring, I thought ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ too formal for Han, and ‘Ma’ and ‘Pa’ is more Clark Kent-ish, ha, ha, so I went with ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. ;)
On Corellia, ‘keep’ and ‘castle’ are used interchangeably.
I
IN THE EVENTIDE
The night before,
All is well,
Time to reflect,
Time to dwell.
Anticipation.
In the eventide.
Saff Pearl
"The Night Before"
2426 O.R.E.
(Old Republic Era)
Campfires flickered around the camps the night before the wedding. People toasted one another with slikakov and talked. Starting tomorrow, there would be three days of feasting and dancing. Tonight was for reflection and anticipation.
Lyra and Jan supervised the final feasting preparations while Rolf checked out the wedding grove. The natural bowers of flowers formed the colorful setting while garlands of leaves and flowers draped the wedding arch.
His brother Mikal entered the grove. “Looks great, Brother.”
“Thanks. A Clan Solon wedding has to be done right.”
“No argument there.” Mikal checked the flower arrangements set by the altar. “You’ve got a good eye.”
Rolf smiled faintly. Mikal cocked his head. “You all right? You seem preoccupied.”
Rolf shrugged. “It’s a big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.” Mikal tugged on his beard. “You’re happy about all this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know; you tell me.”
Rolf busied himself with a vase of blooms. “Just reflecting, Mik. It’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight, right?”
“Riiight. Well, Brother, enjoy your contemplation.”
Mikal left the grove and Rolf straightened up, uncertainty on his face. He seemed to debate something internally, then finally made a decision and left the grove.
& & & & & &
Han leaned in the doorway of Luke’s room. His arms and legs were crossed and he looked like the picture of indolence.
“What are you hanging around for? Have you changed your mind about separate sleeping arrangements tonight?” Luke asked.
“I could be persuaded to change my mind.”
Luke grinned and pulled out sleepwear from a dresser drawer. “Well, we should observe tradition, I suppose. For luck.”
“You figure you need luck marrying me?”
“At the very least.”
Han snorted. “C’mere, kid.”
Luke and Han embraced, Han stroking his Betrothed’s hair. Neither one spoke. Words were unnecessary.
When they parted, Luke said, “I think I’ll get ready for bed. Big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.”
Luke smiled. “See you tomorrow, scoundrel.”
“Okay, kid.”
Han bid Luke goodnight and headed for his chambers when he was stopped by his father.
“Han.”
Han turned slowly. “Dad?”
“Yeah.” Rolf looked uncomfortable. Han waited, wondering what this was all about. “I just wanted to say…tomorrow is special. You chose wisely, son.”
Han hid his surprise. “Thanks, Dad.”
Rolf tugged on his beard, unconsciously echoing his brother’s gesture in the grove. “Have a good night. Big day tomorrow.”
“The biggest.”
“Good.” Rolf turned to go to his own chambers.
Han watched him go. He walked slowly to his chambers. Once inside, he went over to the window and stared out at the camps. Everyone would turn in early, getting rest for the three-day celebration to come.
Han rubbed his eyes. He was tired and decided turning in early sounded good to him. He undressed, put on some sleepwear and crawled into bed. He was not happy about the fuss but he was a Solon, and when you got married, this is what you did, especially when your mother was the High Priestess of the clan.
Looks like I’m destined to have strong women in my life.
He smiled as he relaxed, falling into a sound sleep.
& & & & & &
Luke sat cross-legged on his bed, meditating in a classic pose. He needed to relax. He could not afford to be a bundle of nerves tomorrow. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax muscles, let his mind drift.
A Jedi getting married. Wonder what the Elders would say to that if they were still around?
Luke remembered his first meeting with Han in that sleazy cantina in Mos Eisley, the trip to a destroyed Alderaan, the craziness aboard the Death Star, disappointment in Han leaving before the final battle, the Battle of Yavin IV, Han showing up to give Luke the chance to destroy the Death Star, the reunion in the hangar, the victory ceremony, Hoth, Dagobah, Cloud City, dueling with Vader…the memories kept flowing until he reached this point, in these chambers, waiting for a wedding with the man he loved.
With a smile, Luke got under the covers and fell asleep as campfires began to go out and Clan Solon slept sweet dreams.
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This chapter can be also be read on AO3.