The prophecy of the elvish warrior

What do you mean i cannot wear this?

When I woke up the next morning I felt like I got thrown down a long hill. Every muscle in my body ached. I turned around to find the bed empty. "Haldir?" I called out for him. His head poked into the bedroom door. "I am sorry, my starlight. I got called to a meeting with Lady Galadriel. She wants to hold a festivity to welcome the fellowship accordingly as she calls it."

I groaned at his words. He laughed at my anger, well knowing that I hated any kind of festivities that required me to leave my weapons at home. Most dresses I had were not quit good at hiding my daggers or allowing to wear my swords on my back. Haldir tried to lighten my mood. "The marchwardens are allowed to wear their weapons. I am sure you can wear your daggers. And even if you are not, then nobody will be stupid enough to tell you otherwise."

A smile crept upon my lips. "Are you wearing your uniform or your armor?" I asked. He shrugged with his shoulders. "I don't know yet. As a marchwarden I am supposed to wear the uniform. As a prince I am supposed to wear the armor."

I crawled out of bed. Making my way to him. "Wear the amor and the red cloak with it."

He raised an eyebrow. "And why exactly should I do that?"

"Because I have quite the perfect dress that fits your armor very well and allows me to wear my daggers like a sexy pair of lingerie."

My statement caught him by surprise, but he gained his posture back very fast. "Do I know which dress you are speaking of?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "And it shall remain a surprise until the evening. But now go. I don't want to be late for breakfast." I hushed him out of the room just throwing a light morning dress over my body not caring about wearing undergarments.

I knew that elves were very strict when it came to their clothes, but I was rather easy on what and how to wear. Also being married to the greatest warrior of the realm helped in not being questioned and corrected in my clothing. Haldir shook his head. He was still getting used to me being so careless about my clothes.

When I told him in what I sometimes trained in with Geralt on hot summer days his eyes nearly fell out of his head.

Flashback

"What do you mean I cannot wear this?" I threw my hands in the air. Haldir was sitting on a chair, arms crossed infront of his chest. "It is too revealing." He didn't budge.

"To revealing..." I said with a slight hint of annoyance in my voice. I was wearing a black pair of shorts I cut myself, because on gods earth the elves did in fact not possess such things like shorts. And on my upper body I wore a normal bra altered by me to give more support and constrict my breast in order to fight properly. Above that I wore a normal shirt tucked into the lower band of my bra.

"This is a normal outfit to train in, where I come from." I repeated and stomped of to the door. Only to be held back by my husband. "But not here. Please wear a long pair of shorts and a shirt and not this." He waved over my body. But I didn't want to step back.

"No I won't. I will not let you decide what I wear. This outfit is not showing anything other than my legs and stomach. Do you want to tell me, that elves get specifically turned on by those body parts?"

He sighted. "No they don't. But it is not normal."

"Not normal. You people need to relax more. Its not like I am starting to strip tease." I said trying to calm down. Haldir and I often had arguments about different things in life. We were raised so differently and the fact, that elves lived forever did not help them taking change easily.

"Please, bereth. You will get starred at a lot. And I don't want them to see you this way. It is making me uncomfortable." Haldir asked looking at me with so much love I nearly couldn't take it. I huffed. "Okey. I will wear one of your shirts. But the shorts stay. I don't want to sweat my ass off."

He shook his head, knowing this was the most he would get out of me. "Fine, you little devil."

Flashback ends

After that argument Haldir and I made a compromise that I was allowed to wear shorts and shirts without sleeves but my body must be covered between my shoulders and mid-thigh at all times, because he wasn't comfortable with it otherwise.

It was a small change I was gladly accepting if it meant he was feeling better. And besides that it was a good excuse to wear his shirts and drowning in the strong sent of him. He smelled like pinewood and rain wet grass. He smelled like the forest he was living in and I was craving it the second I first smelled him. It was calming and smelled like home a thing I will never miss to have.