The prophecy of the elvish warrior

Do not diminish my work, elf

I laughed at his desperate attempt to make small talk. Saving him from further embarrassment, I pulled him towards the others. "It is. You are currently in Imladris. Rivendell in common tongue." Then I turned to introduce the people present. When Haldirs and Legolas names fell with a short explanation of who they were, Geralts eyes darkened a bit, the fatherly wish to protect still very present. He shook their hands nonetheless, even though I was sure he squeezed their hands extra hard as a warning.

When I was finished, I looked at him. "So... How exactly were you able to come here?"

Geralt slightly turned his body to look at Galadriel. "I was training some new witchers, when that woman walked in. She introduced herself as Lady Galadriel. And somehow, she knew who I was and told me to follow her. Of course, I demanded an answer as to why she was here and what she really wanted. But she knew things about you only a close person to you would know, so we took our chances..." He answered. The last sentence making me perk up: "We?"

"Yes, we. Do you really think I would search for you without bringing your favorite bard with me?" He chuckled and I couldn't help but clap my hands, forcing myself not to jump up and down like a maniac. "You brought Jaskier? Where is he?"

Geralt shook his head. "I left him with a tall, brown-haired elf. He did not seem too pleased about it, mumbling about how he has a lot to do for Lord Elrond..."

"You left Jaskier with Lindir?" I asked, my eyes wide. "Good lord, are you out of your mind? I am sure Lindir has lost it by now." Not even thinking about the others, I started to walk out of the garden in search of Elronds loyal servant to safe him from his task to watch Jaskier.

I went to search the library first, as it had always been Lindirs safe space to come when he needed to calm down. And indeed, there he was, sitting on a desk writing, while Jaskier sat in a corner fiddling on his lute. Hearing us enter, Lindir lifted his head, the relief present in his eyes, seeing Lord Elrond enter behind me. "My lord, I am glad you came. I hope you are here to pick up my guest?" He asked, the disgust slightly present in his words. Jaskier didn't seem to realize what was happening, way to distracted with his music. So, I decided to have a little fun with him.

Twisting my finger, I felt the air constrict around me, making a chain towards Jaskier. With one sharp tug, I pulled his instrument out of his hands and him upside down into the air. The sudden change of his position, made him scream in a high pitched note. Only my laughter was what made him stop and think. Twisting his body to look around, he finally laid eyes upon me, a big smile plastering over his features. "Visha!" He exclaimed. "Oh, my hell hole of a fucking life! Good to see you again."

I let go of him, causing him to fall onto the ground with a loud thud, but he didn't seem to mind. Carelessly he raced towards me, pulling me into a long hug. "How are you? God I worried so much. Do you even understand how much you were missed?" Trying my best to get out of his hard grip, I pressed out: "I get an idea..."

Realizing he was cutting of the air from entering my lungs, Jaskier let go of me, taking a step back. Only then did he realize, that there were several men standing behind me. But what spooked him the most was Lady Galadriel. So much so, that he stumbled back a few steps, eyes wandering towards Geralt, who was standing next to her. "Geralt..." Jaskier started. "Do you really think it's a good idea to stand so close next to... to her?" He whisper yelled. Geralt just shrugged, not giving him an answer.

Lady Galadriel smiled at Jaskier. "Fear not, Jaskier. There is no harm coming from me." She spoke softly, but it didn't seem to help calm him down a bit. Staring at her even more frightened, he picked up the next best thing pointing it at her. "Go away, witch. I have means to defend myself and they have been proven to be effective."

Lindir snickering at his shaky words, made everyone laugh. "Oh, I don't doubt your musical abilities keep people away from you." That remark had Jaskier face the elf. "Do not diminish my work, elf."

"Diminish? There is hardly space to diminish what you call music." Lindir retorted, squinting his eyes. Jaskier put down the item in his hand, what turned out to be a quill. "You arrogant little bastard. I doubt you can do better!"

Just raising an eyebrow, Lindir chuckled: "I know I can do better. I have centuries of practice ahead of you, and compared to my writing your lyrics are not much more than the incoherent ramblings of a child." That made Jaskier gasp like a fish on land. Looking between me, Geralt and Lindir, he tried to come up with something smart. "At least it didn't take me centuries to learn." 

Lord Elrond stepping forward, stopped the bantering to turn into a fight. "I believe preferences are subjective." Neither Jaskier nor Lindir seemed to find a snide remark to that. Lindir probably had one, but knew better than to challenge his Lord. Jaskier just scoffed, rolling his eyes at Lindir. Then he turned his attention back to me, a playful glare in his eyes: "So, not only did you travel worlds, but you also got married to a prince and are now about to marry a second one? Tell me, how on gods earth did you pull that stunt?"