"What is this?" Elrond said with horror after realizing the scabs on Lindir's slender arms. Lindir instinctively tried to pull away but his arm was held firmly. "Why do you cut yourself?" Elrond asked, his voice soft and broken. Lindir said nothing, looking at the floor. "You shouldn't hurt yourself. I cannot make sure you don't though, Legolas shouldn't be near his father when he's so angry, he should spend the night with you, watch over you. . . ." He said it more to himself. "You should call him, hurry, before his dad gets home." Lindir nodded shaking. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Legolas.
"Hey, you need to get out of your house, I'll explain at mine." He told him his address and hung up.
"You can go home early today." Elrond said patting his shoulder.
"Okay." Lindir said, all of this without thinking. He went to the back quietly and gathered his jacket. What had just happened?