The prophecy of the elvish warrior

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I got completely lost in his arms, nearly forgetting where I was, until Elrond cleared his throat besides us. With a blush creeping up my cheeks, I parted from Legolas, letting myself be turned to face the guests of the wedding. Searching the crowd for the ones I loved the most, I shrieked a little, when Haldir stepped from his place behind Legolas next to me, wrapping an arm around me as well. Whispering lowly, he said: "I would have never thought I would be happy seeing the woman I love marry another man, but here I am. Welcome to the family, Legolas."

The younger ellon, just looked at him, bowing his head. "I am glad it turned out this way and I hope that we will have a long life before us." I couldn't help but smile like a madwoman hearing the men I loved expressing their gratitude towards each other that openly. But the soft cocoon of happiness was soon interrupted by Jaskier pulling me away. He was nearly screaming into my ear: "You are married! I cant believe it! You out of all people are settling down. I always thought you would take after Geralt. God, this makes me so happy. And honestly I don't really know what to say besides I am happy for you and I kinda wish you could come back with us, but seeing you here makes so much more sense. You are happy here and you have family and you are loved...."

His rambling got interrupted, be Geralt simply grabbing him at his collar and setting him aside like he was a little kitten. Then he straightened his stance, looking down at me with the uttermost love I have ever seen him show. Not even seconds later, he picked me up in a bear hug, not letting go of me for a long time. I tapped his shoulder to signal my loss of air and he hesitantly put me back down, eyeing the men behind me: "Promise you take care of her?"

"Dad..." I protested, but they simply ignored it. Both of my husbands clasped their hands to their chest, bowing deeply in front of Geralt. "We will do whatever it takes to protect her. She is safe with us." Haldir said, the honesty not only in his words but also in his eyes. Legolas nodded agreeingly: "Nothing will ever harm her when we are with her." That seemed to pacify Geralts fear a bit, because he loosened up his shoulders. 

Jaskier still unaware of the threat that Geralt had just so casually set upon my husbands leaned in from the side: "What I am wondering guys... How do you do that now with the last names? Do you choose a separate one for all three of you, or what do you do?" Him just so casually changing the topic made me break out in laughter. "Sometimes I wonder how you are still alive, Jaskier. You have impeccable timing on coming in on the most disruptive times..." Tilting his head, trying to understand my words, I just wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in for another hug. "For your explanation. They are going to keep their last names and I am getting two last names. So, it will be Haldir Galahon, Legolas Thranduilion or Greenleaf for the outer world and Visha Galahon-Greenleaf. If that makes any sense to you. But its really not that important. Most of the time we will be using first name basis anyway."

Jaskier looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "That's such a complicated way... I think my offer of getting a complete new last name is better."

"Its easier yes." I agreed. "But given that Legolas needs to keep his name because of his claim on the throne and I didn't want Haldir to feel left out when just taking Legolas name. That's the best we could have come up with."

"Aha." Was all Jaskier said, letting him be dragged towards the festivities.

The afternoon had quickly stretched into the evening. Dinner rolled around and I was happily sitting between Haldir and Legolas. At one point, Haldir had grabbed my ankles, draping my legs across his lap, forcing me to turn and lean against Legolas. His bold action had brought several elves to stare at us while whispering, but I didn't care, the effects of elven wine slowly creeping into my mind. From across the table, I could see Jaskier leaning against Geralts shoulders, visibly drunk, while the witcher just rolled his eyes with a sly smirk on his lips.