Prompt: Is Phoenix! Hermione going to meet Galadriel ?
Galadriel meets Anna the Phoenix a week after The Incident. It took a day for her to hear the news and three more days to move from Lothlorien with all of her entourage. This was perhaps the fastest she had ever moved but this was for her daughter, her dearest Celebrian, and for once, Celeborn wasn't telling her to stay Lothlorien to keep it and herself safe.
The Phoenix, spots their party coming in first and cries warning. It isn't the harsh, shrill cry of alarm but of curiosity. The twins, who had memorized the little nuances of her cry, realized what it meant.
"Someone's coming, not hostile," Elladan said to the rest.
Hermione perches on the pommel of the saddle delicately, not even startling the horse. Lindir strokes her feathers and she preens, fanning heated feathers.
When Galadriel's party is finally seen, what stops them in amazement is that Lindir is actually on a horse.
"My word," Haldir says, not at all subtle. "Is that the seneschal of Lord Elrond on a horse?"
Lindir's face is of dry amusement. "Not at all willingly, I assure you. The madam bird does not wish to stay inside all day but does not allow anyone else to touch her. I have become her caretaker."
Hermione ruffles her feathers indignantly over that. Because no, she was a Phoenix, the lightest, the immortal and the always-burning flame. She did not need a caretaker.
"I think the lady does not agree with that assessment," Galadriel of Lothlorien says in her musical voice, catching Hermione's attention. "She is a proud one."
Hermione trills her agreement and flies over, flapping her tail feathers on Lindir's face and causing a wave of hastily muffled snickers. No matter his lack of skill on a horse, Lindir was perfectly capable of ruining your life. (He ran the entirety of Elrond's household, enough said.)
She hovers over Galadriel's horse, going eye level and feels satisfied. The Lady had a soul as sweet and nice as her pretty lady elf. She alighted on the pommel without trouble and sang for her.
Galadriel blushed, a delicate flush that stole across her cheeks and made her glow. "What a beautiful song. Thank you."
The rest of their entourage passed with the Lady singing and Hermione's phoenix trills winding round and around, making a few elves sniff delicately.
As the crested the bridge towards Rivendell, the sun descended. Hermione had never shown anyone this, but she had discovered it by accident. The brilliantly kind lady elf deserved to see it.
So with a piercing cry that caught everyone's attention, Hermione spiralled up the treeline, catching the last rays of the sun. At the apex, she flared her wings and allowed the fire inside her to burn. She descended, glowing bright but not on fire at all.
The twins whistled as one.
"Show-off," Lindir murmured quietly, but not quietly enough for Hermione's Phoenix ears. She turned to him sharply and sat on his head, her weight heavy enough to make his neck ache. "Gah!"
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