"_!" called Lindir, "You've returned."
"Of course, Lindir, I always come back!"
"Well, the battle, and you might've, ah, gotten hurt. Not that I cared. I mean, yes, I did care, but not too much. Wait, no, I did. Just a li-" You laughed, throwing your head back as you hugged your friend.
"I missed you too, silly. You seem nervous, though," you added, furrowing your brows, "Has Elrond given you a day off yet? Do I need to kill a b*tch?"
"Ehm, no, do not kill any dogs, I'm fine."
"Don't lie, Lin, I can always tell," you teased, smiling. He looked down.
"I-I need to get back. Back to work. My work. With Elrond."
"Elrond's talking to the dwarves. Why are you so...eager to get away from me?"
"I have work to do."
"Fine." His dark brows furrowed, but Lindir didn't respond at once.
"Namárië, _""Namárië, Lindir." He inclined his head and began walking away. After staring after him for a few seconds, you too turned away and began walking back towards your quarters. You needed a bath, and time to think. Why was Lindir acting so...nervously? Yes, he was an agitated type of person, but he was even more jittery today. Did he know? About how you felt? Arwen must have told him! I'm going to have a nice talk with a certain little bird.
"Valar, _, you are so infuriating," muttered a shaky voice in your ear. You spun around.
"What are you-" Suddenly, you found his lips pressed to yours as you widened your eyes. "Lindir!"
"Sorry." His long, slim fingers fiddled with his sleeves as he looked at the top of your head, "I didn't mean to alarm you."
You launched yourself into his arms, "I like the new Lindir!"