I mean theres slight light mentions in here, but if you still care then why are you still reading?

"So what happened?" Legolas asked nervously.

"Um, it's not too bad your father was just angry and told me not to touch you."

"Hmm." Legolas thought. "I didn't think he would react so soon, he normally covers up his emotions." They where sitting on Lindir's only couch, a small one, that he had bought at a second hand shop.

"Maybe you should talk to him? And be honest..." Lindir offered while looking at his thumbs.

"Yea, that's probably a good idea." He touched Lindir's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

"It's fine." Lindir said looking up at him. How's his chance, he could kiss him if he wanted. Though he didn't know why he would. He didn't love Legolas, he liked him, but not love. But he was very beautiful and Lindir longed for human contact.

"Legolas," he said nervously. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," he smiled assuringly.

"I have been hopelessly in love with elrond for over two years." He confessed, hugging himself.

"Oh?" Legolas didn't look to astonished. "That's okay."

"No, it isn't." Lindir frowned. "He is happily married."

"Oh right, I forgot." Legolas looked as though he was thinking deeply. "Then it is rather hopeless. . . . "

"I know." Lindir's hands shot up to cover his face and he hung his head. "I've been driven to depression and self harm because I'm so stressed out," he cried.

"Lindir," Legolas hugged him comfortingly. "There are two things you could do, tell him how you feel, or continue as it is and try to ignore your feelings. I know they would both be hard," he stroked Lindir's hair soothingly. "Elrond is a kind man, I doubt he will hurt you, at least not on purpose." Lindir cried into Legolas' chest, Clinging to his clothes.

"I feel so empty," he whimpered.

"Then you must tell him." Legolas whispered. "Only he can help you." He kissed Lindir's forehead.

"Okay." Lindir sighed.