Lindir smiles as he watches the small children play in the garden. They're so bright and full of energy. It's been nearly six months since the five Hobbits have come to Rivendell. Softly his fingers pluck at the strings of his instrument. To be young again, without a care in the world where most hurts could be kissed away and you did not have to worry about Marks. His smile dims not much but a bit, he doubts they will have that worry as anyone with eyes, able to see or not, can tell that the love between the pairs is pure and true. Little Samwise breaks away from Frodo, his bright brown eyes wide as he comes up to Lindir, in his hands is a small flower, a weed really but still pretty. Samwise holds it out to the Elf.
"This is for me?"
"Uh huh. You looked sad Mister Lindir. Flowers make it better right?"
"They do indeed. Would you like me to sing you a song?"
The little blond boy nods his head and the other three fauntlings plus Estel run over. With all of their attention on him, Lindir takes a deep breath and begins to sing a happy song. The fauntlings laugh gaily and they dance, Frodo switching between dancing with Sam and Estel. When the song ends there is slow clapping behind him. Turning he spots Lord Elrond. smiling as he claps. The fauntlings rush over to the halfelven lord. Lindir watches for a moment before looking away. Estel glances up at him.
"You love ada."
"Maybe."
"Why do nothing?"
Lindir forces his hand to remain where it is and not allow it to travel up to his cheek where his Mark stays covered. Who ever heard of one half having a Mark while the other remains Markless?
"It is not my place."
Estle makes a displeased sound at the minstrel and goes over to be with Elrond. After the children have their fill of talking with Elrond they wander away, giving Lindir the opportunity to talk with his Lord
"I just received a message from Thranduil.
"Oh?"
"The Dwarrows are on their way. Along with Arwen's Other."
"Oh?"
"Yes. They're very impatient. Apparently they were under the impression that Bilbo was dead."
"Did Thranduil not..."
"He told them but Thorin didn't believe him nor the other Elves that tried."
Lindir has to smother a giggle at that. Bilbo would be in for a surprise then.
"I better make sure they Twins don't talk the cooks into an all green dinner again."
His Lord Elrond's laugh follows him the rest of the day.