The prophecy of the elvish warrior

A well guarded secret

Arwen and I were sitting on one of the lonely river banks, letting our feet be washed over with water. I secretly snatched an amphora and two goblet from the kitchen we passed. The displeased look on Arwens face was soon washed away the more we drank, chatting about everything that happened since the last time we saw each other. She was very intrigued by the way Legolas took a liking to me. "Tell me." She asked. "What did you do for poor Legolas to be so smitten with you?"

I shook my head. "I didn't do anything. He is only interested in my being, because I am something he never encountered. Legolas is a very curious elf, nothing more."

"I don't believe you. When he is not busy with Aragon, he is always around you. Haldir had picked on to that as well. I am surprised he didn't already put the ellon in place." Arwen argued.

"You are seeing things, my dear." I laughed it off, secretly wondering if she was right. "There is nothing between me and Legolas. He is a good friend. Nothing more. Are you perhaps making things up, to distract your mind from your own wedding?"

She sighted heavily, putting the goblet down. "Maybe I am. This is so overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, I really love Aragon and I am sure I want to spent my life with him, but its so much... How did you do things? I mean how could you be sure Haldir was the one for you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt it. The way he treated me, loved me, protected me. It was everything I could wish for." Then I smiled. "I will tell you something, that has been a well guarded secret for the past 60 years, but you have to swear to not tell anyone. Not even Aragon." Curiously Arwen leaned into the conversation: "I swear!"

"Do you remember when I told you me and Haldir were to be married?" I asked, catching an irritated nod from her. "The night you finally connected."

"What if I told you we had already bound our souls together only weeks after we met?" I was looking into the water, not daring to see her reaction. She audibly gasped. "You did what? Tell me everything!"

And I did. Step by step I took her through the night 60 years ago, hopefully to get her mind from worrying about her own future:

Flashback

I was walking through the woods of Lórien, letting my thoughts wander. My leg still hurt from time to time, leaving me with a visible limp. The healers assured me it would fade over time, but that's not what I worried about the most. My thoughts were occupied with Geralt, Jaskier and Yennifer. Since I have been told I could never go back to my world, I wondered what my chosen family would think happened to me.

Would they think I got killed during my fight with the drowned dead?

Would they search for my body?

I was sure Jaskier would be openly devastated, while Geralt would try to push his feelings away. He would probably overthrow himself with the responsibility of my death, searching for release in alcohol and Yennifer.

Thinking of how destroyed I let them behind I couldn't help but sink to my knees. A choked up whimper made its way through my throat initiating tears to spring from my eyes. The whole weight of my situation just came crushing down in that moment, pressing the air out of my lungs, leaving me shaking on the ground, having a full-on panic attack.

Due to me dropping to the floor without further care the wound on my leg started to bleed again. I didn't care. I was curled to the side, arms hugging my legs, tears running down my cheeks, dropping to the damp forest floor. This was how Haldir found me. He tried to speak to me, snap me out of my psychotic state, but I didn't react to him. So he picked me up, carrying me towards the little house I was sorted to stay in.