Well okay i just read back and it's quite a disappointing confrontation, they stay in the same room for like half an hour? i dunno, i hate myself.

"Is it love you regret?

In that case you won't be returning, I guess

Darling, your eyes are so still when you speak

Do they weep?"

-Milk Teeth, Keaton Henson

"Lindir, I must speak with you." were the first words that Lindir heard from his lover upon his entrance into their bedchambers. He looked up, when his swollen eyes came into contact with sad brown eyes, his tears flowed again. "Meleth nin! What is the matter? Why do you weep?" Elrond rushed beside his love, arms immediately encircling Lindir in his warm embrace. "I have heard you! In your office with Glorfindel! Why did you not tell me when you made that decision? Why have you made love to me and talked to me as if nothing was wrong? If you had loved me enough you would have told me so I did not have to suffer alone for a year, longing for your return, when you have been in the arms of that-that lady!" Lindir shouted as he pushed away Elrond's arms. This was not what he had planned to say.

After running away from Elrond's office, he had ran into the forest to cry his heart out in private, then he had raged against Elrond, doubted Elrond's love for him a thousand years ago, 'Was I just a toy he could cast aside when he wanted something else?' 'Did Elrond not love me anymore?' 'Was he lying to me when he said he loved me all those times?' those were the first questions he had asked himself, then when he had calmed down he had the answers, 'Elrond loved me, and he said so himself that he would love me a thousand years more. He was never lying when he said he loved me.' But after that came the question of 'Why did he not tell me if he loved me? Was he ever going to tell me?' and later he would know the answer to that was that 'yes he loves me, he couldn't tell me because he loves me.' Then came the anger for Celebrían, 'How could she do this to me? Why did she even let him try? She has taken something from me that I value above my own life! How dare you!' along with plenty of images of how he would kill, murder and maim a lady he had never even met before, then he had sighed and told himself it was not her fault, she did not know of Lindir's existence in Elrond's life. Then he had settled himself, pushed all the hurt and anger and the fact that he was not what Elrond desired most in his life to the back of his mind, he forced himself to be the understanding lover that he was. He could do this, he could understand Elrond, and he would not cry, scream or complain in front of his Lord, he would simply nod in understanding and say farewell and wish him all the luck in the world for his new family and he would leave, he would cease to be the Lord's lover and he would go back to being the Chief Minstrel of Imladris, and then finally he would let his grief take him to the hall of Mandos.

That was his plan, what he was doing now was not according to his plan. He wasn't supposed to cry, he wasn't supposed to scream, he was supposed to nod and leave.

Elrond stood staring at Lindir, he hadn't known how to answer Glorfindel then and he did not know how to answer Lindir now. He did the only thing he could think of, he apologised.

Lindir could have laughed at his Lord, an apology was all he could give. He couldn't give him anything else, he certainly couldn't give him his love anymore. Lindir shook his head and wiped away his tears, breathing in and out in deep breaths to calm himself, he sighed, he needed to get back to his plan, and to do that, he couldn't look Elrond in the eyes. "I accept your apology. I thank you for all you had given me the past thousand years, and I wish you all the luck in the world with your new family. Now if you would excuse me my Lord, there is wedding music to be planned." He bowed to his lord and turned and strode towards the door to leave, he paused when Elrond called for him to wait, he waited to his lord to say something, and when it became obvious that Elrond could think of nothing else to say, he said his parting words, "I understand, my lord. I understand why you would choose Lady Celebrían, she will make a lovely Lady of Imladris and a mother of your children, and I will serve her with smiles and nothing else." Then he left.

Elrond cursed himself twice and thrice, Lindir was too good for him, he couldn't even break up with him in his own words, but Lindir had understood, like he always did, he understood and gave no muss no fuss and left, Elrond felt that he had never hated himself more.

Neither of them had a good night's sleep that night. In Elrond's case, he had tossed and turned with rage at himself, for letting such a perfect love go, for not having the guts to even break up with him face to face, his dreams were filled with hatred for himself. In Lindir's case, he had cried himself to sleep, tossing and turning in his dreams of his heartache, and he would later find out, he would not have a good night's sleep anytime soon for the foreseeable future.

Disappointing right? i liked writing Lindir in the woods, sorting through his feelings and being a fucking selfless god, and tbh, i really did not know what i could make elrond say so...