I really like muscle tees, my country is hot all year round so you understand. but sadly my unsightly body means i can't wear it, so i have made use of Lindir's lean muscles for sexy muscle tees. Lindir is 26, Elrond 37, Elladan and Elrohir 8, Arwen 5. The age gap seems a bit too big but i don't know, my original idea was for elrond to be 35 and lindir 27, but i dunno, tell me what you think.

They don't meet again until two weeks had passed since their first meeting despite Lindir's efforts every morning. Lindir had been diligently walking by Imladris Flowers everyday when he went to work, but every time he peeked in through the glass windows, Elrond doesn't notice him, so he sulks and continues on to work hoping that he would finally be noticed the next day. Their next meeting makes Lindir wonder what the gods were playing at, because usually under such circumstances, meeting the second or third day was unavoidable, but for Lindir it had taken two weeks, if it weren't the gods and fate playing tricks on him, he really didn't know what it was.

Lothlorien Tattoo Parlour was gradually gaining fame in the neighbourhood, granted that there weren't that many people that wanted any part of their bodies pierced or tattooed, but with Haldir and Lindir's name came their regulars from far and wide, just for their skills with the needle. Lindir usually ended work at 9 at night, but today business was slow and they had no more bookings after 5, so Haldir had let Lindir off early, leaving all the walk ins to their new hire, Feren.

Lindir leaned back against the side of the lift, sighing in delight at the cold comfort the metal sides offered to his exposed skin. Today had been particularly sunny, he had opted for a faded black muscle tee, displaying the tattoos on his sides all the way to his waist in all their glory, and white washed ripped jeans, plenty of holes for airy breeze. He supposed going to work with slippers wasn't exactly professional, but as long as he was hygienic then who cared what he wore. He shoved at the hair that was falling out of his high ponytail, annoyed that it was bothering his eyes. He sighed as he mentally prepped himself for a trip to the gym, he had been neglecting going since he moved, if he put it off anymore, whatever little muscles he had was going to start to disappear.

He shuffled his feet heading to his unit. He didn't know if that day was particularly sunny -he really preferred the rain- because the gods were suddenly in a cruel mood, or maybe it was just him that was really disappointed for being ignored two weeks straight by the handsome florist, he supposed it was a little of both, but what happened next may just pick him up off his slump.

He looked up as his neighbour's door opened. He had never seen anyone go in or out of the unit next to his, he would have assumed it was empty if not for the noise of children that passed from their balcony to his every night. To say he froze on the spot would not be an exaggeration, for the face that appeared before his was that of whom he had wanted to meet most for the past two weeks.

"Ah." Elrond paused in front of his doorway, staring into the face of his adorable customer from before. "Hello. Lindir right?" He was amused to see the tattooed man freeze for a moment before a flush came to his cheeks and he replied him.

"Yes. Elrond right? You live here?" God, Lindir wanted a bus to run over him. Obviously the man lived there, he was right at his doorstep for goodness sake. He suddenly became very self-conscious of how he looked with his hair haphazardly thrown up and dressed like some hobo, he couldn't figure out if this was a good day or a bad day anymore.

"Yes. This is my unit." Elrond gestured into the open doorway. "Do you live here too?" He looked to the young man who looked as if he wanted the ground to part and swallow him up.

"Yeah, I live right next door." He managed to give a chuckle, amused at the fact that they had never met until that day, a full two weeks after he moved in.

Elrond's eyebrows rose, it was curious indeed, that they had never met. He knew that someone new had moved in but he had never expressly went to greet his new neighbour, and they never seemed to leave or enter their units at the same time. "I wonder why it is that we have never met."

Lindir shrugged, "Maybe we both have bad timing." And speaking of bad timing, Lindir's stomach grumbled in protest of being empty. He flushed a bright red and placed a hand on his stomach as if doing so would make it shut up.

Elrond looked down in surprise at the sound of hunger from his neighbour, then he laughed. "I take it that you haven't eaten dinner." He watched, amused, as the man with pink tinted cheeks shook his head shyly. Then an idea came to him. "This might be sudden, but would you like to have dinner with me? It's only my family of four. It'll be a dinner to get to know our neighbour." He encouraged the young man to accept.

Lindir was distraught. He was still processing the invitation to dinner when another fact had sprung upon his face. He never expected Elrond to already be married and have already fathered children, it was sort of a blow to his heart because of the attraction and hope he had to the older man. It was when he noticed that the silence was way too long that he stuttered his answer. "Uh, sure, I mean- thanks, that is, if your wife doesn't mind, it being sudden that is, unexpected dinner guest."

Elrond gave a slight smile to the stuttering man, the mention of his blessed passed wife saddened him, but he already had five years to deal with his anguish, he had already accepted the fact and decided to live on despite it, for his children. "It's only me and my children. They would be more than delighted at a new friend."

Lindir saw the shadow that fell over the florist's eyes, combined with his words, Lindir could only come to two conclusions, and both of them made him feel absolutely horrid for having mentioned it. "If they don't mind." Lindir gave the man a kind smile.

"Delightful. Now, I'm heading down to the stores to get some eggs, we're having fried spaghetti with bacon and eggs tonight." Elrond turned to shut his door and lock it.

Lindir then realised that he smelt like soured milk, having walked to and back from work under the hot sun. "I'll just go and get cleaned up and come over." He grinned sheepishly at the florist who laughed when he saw the state the man was in. Elrond shooed Lindir with his hands and they parted ways.

Lindir stood under his shower spray, thinking over the conversation he had a few minutes ago. He was quite sure he could cancel the thought that he might ever ever, however impossibly tiny his chance was, to get the man, because he was married, no matter if the wife had passed or was divorced, he was married-or ex-married- to a lady and he had kids. Maybe he was bi, his mind whispered to him. Lindir laughed out loud at that. With the luck he had, he was pretty sure the gods or fate wouldn't allow it.

He sighed as he leaned his head on the glass wall of his shower, he supposed, even if he can't find love, being friends with Elrond would be good enough. The florist seemed like a nice person, not to mention they were neighbours, being on friendly terms with your neighbour was good right? Yes. Definitely. It wasn't that he just wanted to see his face more and get to know him more, it was purely because they were neighbours, so baking for him and buying little gifts during his overseas trips were nothing out of the ordinary. Yes. Yes.

Lindir banged his head on the glass. Who was he kidding, he was literally having daydreams of dating the man, seriously, he really ought to stop this now. "Friends." Lindir told himself later on in the mirror after his shower. "Only friends." He scolded at himself.

He dried off, did all his moisturising -tattoos don't look good on dried skin, mind you- and stepped out of the bathroom. Going over to his closet, he wondered what neighbours wore to eat at each other's houses. Maybe a t-shirt and shorts would do. Would it? Maybe something more smart casual. Maybe a flannel, but it was so hot. Did Elrond use his air conditioning? What if he didn't and Lindir sweated like a pig in his long sleeved flannel? Letting out a sound of frustration, Lindir grabbed a hipster short that was on the top of his shorts pile, it was sky blue, and a black sleeveless hoodie. He paused. Would the kids be afraid of his tattoos? Lindir groaned.

He groaned again when he looked to the wall clock to find that he had been standing stark naked in his closet for fifteen minutes, five more minutes and it would be half an hour since Elrond's invitation for dinner. He quickly slipped his hoodie over his head and pulled on the shorts. A quick glance in the mirror and tying his hair half up later, he was out the door.

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