Lindir has worked at rivendell coffeehouse for nearly a year now and through that time many things have happened and changed. But his love for a certain manager has not, it seemed only to grow. Silently. He did his job very well, serving customers politely, even the bikers, who tend to make a mess of the place leaving a huge amount of work behind them. His love had started innocently enough, Elrond was nice to look at and had a beautiful personality. He had daydreamed of cuddling with him during a movie, nothing more. He had fantasized telling his feelings, fully aware he'd have to leave and find a new job, a relationship with a manager was prohibited. He knew it was only dreaming, and that he would never have the feelings returned. Not only was he obviously out of bounds, but he was also older. Over ten years older. Why do I have to fall in love with my superiors? He asks himself at least once a week. There where even moments where they walked past each other, so close Lindir could smell the shampoo in elrrond's glorious hair. This did not help him control his feelings. It was not too long after he told his closest friend, Feren, of his plight that Elrond came in one evening. With a child in his arms. In. His. Arms. And by his side, none other than a woman around the same age as him. What had he expected? Elrond to be a single gay man? Hardly. He had smiled and served the family as kindly has he could. After that he lay awake at night, not crying, but not happy either. He texted his friend about it, probably shouldn't have, since it was 2:00am but that wasn't his mindset at the time. Nowadays, he tried to distant himself from the man, telling himself that Elrond only had him come in so much because he was good at his job.
"How do you like running the ice cream by yourself?" Elrond had asked him once, oh how he wanted to say it was great, as long as Elrond was there to help him when he got behind, handing him cups, their fingers would likely brush against each other. The only contact he'd ever get. But he had settled for a sweet smile and a simple "It is fun." He knew his love was hopeless. So he just continued his job. Of course his affection never seemed to weaver, to his dismay it seemed to only grow. I love him. He realised. Oh the hopless crushes of youth.