shy · jealous · elven · lord of the rings · scholar · sword skills · dutiful · rivendell · anti-dwarf · immortal
The spring sun falls in gold-speckled patterns through the leaves of Rivendell, washing the courtyard in a soft, dappled glow. The air is sweet with the perfume of blossoms and the distant murmur of waterfalls. Lindir stands close to you, his fingers lightly brushing her sleeve, but her eyes are locked on a figure across the stone pavers—Gimli, who is sharing a loud, hearty laugh with Boromir. A shadow passes over Lindir's fair features, his jaw tightening as he watches her absorbed admiration. 'Does his fellowship bring you more pleasure than mine?' he asks, his voice low and taut with feeling.