The prophecy of the elvish warrior

The fellowship arrives

I was sitting in one of the trees above the path leading to Lothlórien. Rúmil told me, that Haldir was to be expected back with the fellowship. Word spread that they wanted to visit Lady Galadriel in order to thank her for letting them stay in her realm and sending out troops to the battle of Helm's Deep.

The Dagor Dagorath* lies back months. And I was glad that Haldir came back alive. Wounded but alive. So here I was hiding in a tree, trying to scare my husband and welcoming him back. 

I caught a small glimpse through the leaves at the group. Four little hobbits, one dwarf, Legolas, Aragon an Gandalf himself were marching through the woods accompanied by my husband Haldir and some of his guards. I could hear the hobbits and the dwarfs stomping on the ground while the other members were walking as lightly as feathers in the wind. My lips turned to show a small smile. Haldir was right the dwarf was really breathing so loud, that you could shoot him in the dark.

Haldir was leading the procession on, his guard at the end. I slowed my breathing and stilled my movements in order to stay hidden. I learned to be quiet at a very young age.

Flashback:

I was standing in one of the training rings facing Gerald. He, Jaskier and Yenifer took me in, after my parents died during the siege of my fathers castle. They died when I was ten years old and since then I have been living with Gerald the witcher. He was like a father to me, teaching me everything he knew about fighting and surviving in the wild.

With a loud cry I charged at him swinging my sword. With ease he ducked under it stepping behind me, but I was expecting it. I whirled around crossing my sword with his. It took me all my strength to circle my sword in order to let his lunge slide away from my body.

Again I lunged at him swinging my sword rapidly, trying to find a hole in his defense.

I slid across the floor bringing my sword forward to his knee, but he stomped his into the ground blocking me inches from his leg. Now it was his turn to attack me. He was doing it fast and brutal pressing me further back in the ring. My back hit one of the posts bordering the ring. I was just fast enough to block his blade with mine before it would have cut my throat.

He held me in a firm grip against the post. Eyes angry. Gerald was a strict teacher disliking any failure on my side.

"You are doing it again." He stated, letting go of me. "You are giving me to much space to work with. Didn't I teach you to hold you ground?"

"Yes." I nodded in defeat.

"Then why aren't you doing it?" he asked.

"It is hard holding it against you. You are too strong." I tried to reason my mistake, but he was having none of it: "Then don't fight me in an open fight comparing our strength. I taught you to be smart about it!"

Again he lunged at me with force, but I rolled to the side griping on my small dagger with my left striking it across his boot while striking my sword at his back. He was able to block my sword, but the dagger hit him, drawing blood.

He grunted at the pain but his face showed his approval of my tactic.

"Good." He whispered clenching his jaw. "But again, you leave your defense open." And with that he circled his sword catching the handle of mine ripping it out of my grip. Then he threw me to the ground striking his sword violently in the ground inches from my head. "If this were to be a real fight, you would be dead by now." He left me panting on the ground walking over to Jaskier taking the cup from his hand.

Flashback ends

*Dagor Dagorath = Sindarin for battle of battles