TOLKIEN; imagines

40: My Heart's Flora - Lindir

Based off of "Imagine finding out that Lindir has never been kissed" from ​imagine-all-the-elves on tumblr

A/N: Yeah 40 parts and 6k reads! 

Warnings: None

Words: 2000 (its worth it, I promise)

It had been a long day preparing for the feast that was to take place this evening and I was quite worn and had no enthusiasm left for the activities that were to take place. I was in charge of the decor, which would seem easy enough to some, but when one had to take into consideration all color schemes and preferences of the Lord Elrond's council, decisions became debates that I had no wish to take part in. My only pinprick of light that had shone through the void of chaoticness was Lindir, my dear friend who had accompanied me in my decisions by request of the Lord of Imladris himself. It had been as if he had known.

It was as if the wise lord knew that over my span of lovely years of knowing Lindir, I had accumulated feelings for the handsome ellon. He was always so kind and light-hearted, despite his stress and strain put into making every minute detail perfect for his lord and people. The effort he put into being a welcoming and loyal elf always struck me as attractive. Therefore, I say Elrond must have known-seeing as he paired me with Lindir, who surely could have been doing more important and helpful chores, such as checking the night's meal choices or attending to the guest list-about my feelings towards his minstrel.

Over the duration of our discussions, I had found myself blushing as he complimented me or agreed with some random sentence that had sprouted from my mouth in nervousness, but nothing compared to the raving hue that had inflamed my cheeks when he asked me if I would honor him with a walk through the gardens before the festivities began. I had agreed happily, trying my hardest not to squeal and run around the room, pure euphoria pounding through my veins.

I now found myself gazing around at the blooms of chroma and sturdy arbors that I had helped decorate the gardens with all those years ago. Of course the flowers had been planted and replanted as the harsh frosts of winter terminated any prospering flower bed that had graced Imladris in the summer months, but the trees were ages old, some towering so high, they seemed to brush the stars themselves when a light breeze carried their grasping tendrils seemingly upwards, as they did now. This year the flowers had been limited to white rose bushes, lupines, lilacs and violets, and a sparse sprinkling of forget-me-nots thrown in for good measure. Pools of starlit springs glittered in the starlight, the breeze creating soft ripples on the usually calm surfaces.

"You helped design this ethereal haven of botany at one point, did you not?" A soft, familiar voice spoke from behind me, a warm hand touching my shoulder as the brown haired figure moved to stand next to me.

"Lindir," I gasped as a result of his sudden presence, and possibly even more striking appearance. His thin and lanky form was swathed in robes of elegant blue and a kaftan of sterling silver reflected the starlight beneath. His minstrel's circlet adorned his brow elegantly, and his appearance in all, left me breathless and in awe of how nicely he looked. "Y-you look stunning on this eve, Lindir."

Lindir's dark eyes held a certain admiration and warmth as he looked over me, the tell tale blush returning to my cheeks as he smiled and said a little timidly, "I could say the same for you, my lady. Your hair seems to be spun of the most delicate of metals and your eyes gleam in the combined light of moon and stars." I felt an unfamiliar coldness as the comforting touch of Lindir left my shoulder, returning to its rightful place behind his back as he suddenly became fixated on his feet. I did not miss the identical blush and seemingly wistful smile upon his lips and face that had, of course, surfaced on my features as well and it was a look that made my heart flutter sporadically in my chest.