Hello, I'm ready to finish this. I've got it all out and I can't edit it much anymore because my muse has ran away to a Draco/Elrond fic i'm writing atm. I really like Elrond and I'm trying so hard to not make him a jerk but you know what he's already a jerk for leaving Lindir. Smack him. Onwards.

"Get distracted by my music,
Think of nothing else but art
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
If I can just think how to start"
-Small Hands, Keaton Henson

When three days had passed and no one had seen hide nor hair of Lindir, save for the servant bringing him food, Erestor couldn't just stand by anymore. He dismissed the servant bringing Lindir his breakfast and took the tray himself. "Lindir, you cannot hide in your room forever." He said through the door. "Why not?" Lindir answered defiantly. Erestor sighed, this was like talking to an elfling. "You have to meet her at one point, it would not be fair to not give her a chance." He tried to reason to Lindir's logical side instead of his emotional one. "I have already given her the reason I live, why would I want to give her anything more?" Lindir whispered through the door, it was so soft Erestor almost couldn't hear it. Erestor paused, finally Lindir's selfish side had peeked its head out, and Erestor did not want to be the one to push it back out of view but Lindir really could not hide anymore before Celebrían would find it odd and ask someone and no doubt would find out why the minstrel was 'ill'. "I know, Lindir, I know. It hurts a lot and I will not begrudge you the need to be selfish, you deserve it my sweet songbird, but hiding away for so long will not do." Erestor rested his forehead against the door, "Remember what I taught you about leaving your emotions and being logical when it comes to diplomatic things, just think of it as that, a diplomatic encounter." There was a long stretch of silence, the door opened a crack and Erestor could see half of Lindir's face, "I will attend night meal." He took the tray from Erestor's hands and shut the door.

Lindir thought as he ate, trying to compartmentalise his mind, something which he failed to do for the past three days. He had let his mind run amok, tired of concealing his feelings, wanting to be selfish, he spent the last three days raging and crying and pitying himself, and avoiding reality. He knew he could not hide away in his room forever, even if he could stay in his room for a month he still had to sing for the wedding. 'It will hurt and I will feel it at all times and I will get accustomed to it as a part of life, and it will be like that until I am no more.' He would do what Erestor had taught him to do, he would think of it as a diplomatic relation, he would be polite and nod and take a leaf out of Erestor's book, be cool and polite, Lord Elrond would be his Lord and Lady Celebrían his Lady, no more and no less, it would be perfect.

That night, he dressed in a cool blue robe with a darker shade of blue draped over his shoulders, fixing his hair in his usual plaits, he walked out of his room with his head held high and eyes cool. He did have to admit he had plotted all the routes in Imladris where he could avoid Lord Elrond in his past three days of free time, he took one of those routes. When he had reached the hall of fire, there were many well-wishers asking after his well-being, he thanked them all and told them he has recovered. He had written a song, in the short time of the afternoon, about the beauty of the Golden Woods, there were no feelings in it for if he had poured his feelings into that song, it would be a tragic tune, so it only held words of praise. He passed the sheets out to the other minstrels.

When the elves starting pouring into the hall, he started singing. He paid no heed to whoever was entering the hall, satisfied to keep his attention on the dust in the air, he did not even glance as his Lord and Lady entered the hall, there was plenty of time to do that later. When he was done, there was a round of applause from the elves who had missed their favourite minstrel's honey-dipped voice and also from the elves of Golden Wood. He bowed and stepped towards the tables. His eyes swept through the crowd, looking for a place to sit. He glanced past where the royal elves were seated with Erestor and Glorfindel, he absolutely was not going to seat himself in his own personal torture, then he saw Haldir and his brothers, he went towards them.

"Lindir, our sweet songbird, how fare your spirits?" Haldir greeted him. "Haldir, my brave warrior, I have recovered." He smiled Haldir. Haldir looked disbelieving at his friend, but let it pass. "Long have I wished to hear your sweet voice again Lindir." Rumil smiled, "And long have I wished to lay eyes on your beautiful face Rumil." Lindir grinned, "And also you Orophin, my cute little brother." Orophin smiled back at him. "Take a walk with me in the gardens after dinner, Lindir." Haldir needed to get him away from this crowd and get to the bottom of this Elrond and Celebrían business. Lindir sighed, he knew his friend would not believe others' words, he nodded.

"Lindir is indeed the song angel that I have heard others say, he is simply wonderful!" Celebrían applauded as the minstrel bowed and walked off. She could feel her fiancé's uncomfortable gait when the minstrel was mentioned, but she did not know what for. "Aye he is."

Haldir walked beside his friend, watching as his skin reflected the moon's light. "Lindir, what happened?" Haldir had known about Elrond and Lindir, he was very close friends with Lindir after all, that was why he was very shocked when he had seen Lord Elrond courting Lady Celebrían. "I know you do not believe that we have went our separate ways on equal terms, but I warn you my friend, it is best you believe it as such." Lindir thought it better that less people know of the reason, he did not need anyone else to be upset for him, he had already made up his mind to let it be. "Nay, I did not believe it when I heard it and I will not believe it now. You are my friend, I would gladly help you bear this grief." Haldir put a hand on Lindir's shoulder, Lindir stopped and pulled his hand from his shoulder into both his palms. "I thank you my friend, but I have already come to terms with it, and I wish not dwell on it any further." Haldir looked at his friend sceptically before shaking his head and sighing, "If that is what you truly wish." Lindir nodded, "Aye. Instead, come with me to my room and we may drown my sorrow in wine, we will drink until the sun comes up." And they walked off.

I was up all night writing that damned Draco/Elrond fic and i slept from 7am to 11am and i feel like dying as i write this note i'm so tired. I have a thing for crossgen pairings(read: rare pairings) thus shipping tons of peeps with Elrond :p anyways, comments are loved, thanks.