This chapter contains mentions of incest as well.

if you disagree with it I'm sorry.

"Thank you for doing this." Legolas smiled, "It means a lot."

Lindir knew it wasn't his business but he couldn't help asking, "So. . . . How will this help?"

Legolas laughed and took a small bite of his pasta. "I told you how it should help, but I guess you want to hear more." He set his fork down and rested his elbows on the table. "I love my father. It's a mess really, but I get hurt when he ignores me for women. Which has always happened, but recently. . . . More." His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "I need him to realise that there are plenty young people I could find to live happily with. And you are a lovely person so I asked you."

"Okay," Lindir said chewing a breadstick. "Your father. . . . He is not. . . . Hostile is he?"

Legolas' eyes widened. "Oh heavens no. At least, he shouldn't be. I don't want to put you in danger if he says anything we can cancel this okay?" Lindir nodded.

They walked into the cafe 20 minutes later, hand in hand.

"See you tonight." Legolas winked then kissed Lindir's cheek, hugged him and turned to leave with a wave. Lindir walked back to the counter signing in. He heard a low voice behind him,

"I need to speak with you, lindir," he turned around to find a very angry looking thranduil. Lindir followed him to a back room, anticipation building. Thranduil turned, his eyes fierce.

"I don't know what you're playing at, kid." He pushed Lindir to a wall. "I don't care if you are an employee of mine, you don't touch Legolas. do you hear me?" Lindir was about to nod when he heard him mumble, "He's mine to take." Then Elrond opened the back door and stepped in, He must have just arrived because he wasn't here earlier.

"Thranduil!" He gasped pulling him off of Lindir. "That's unacceptable behavior, DON'T do it again." He stepped between them.

"Dont talk to me like that." Thranduil spat. "I own this place, I can do what I want."

"I don't care if you own this town, be a decent human and don't harass people." Thranduil had nothing to say to that and just stood there, his fists clenched. "And what was this all about anyway?" Elrond asked looking to Lindir.

"He's flirting with my son." He glared at Lindir coldly. "They where touching each other." He shuddered. Elrond looked at Lindir astonished.

"You what?" His eyes had a protective gleam to them.

"We're dating," he tried to explain.

"No, you aren't," thranduil's eyes flashed and it seemed as though his hair would float around him and he would turn red.

"Thranduil." Elrond said grasping his wrist. "You cannot control who your son loves."

"He Loves ME." Thranduil said, ripping his arm away from Elrond.

"You need to go home." Elrond said sternly, pulling Lindir out of the room with him. Lindir's heart fluttered, they held each others hands and Elrond was protecting him.

"Lindir." He said looking into his eyes. "I don't know what you're doing, but don't waste your heart." Lindir's eyes teared up. Had he wasted his heart? On Elrond, someone so much out of his league. Who now had him in his arms hugging him awkwardly. This wasn't helping.

"I tried not to." Was all he could say.