Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Elrond- Heartfelt

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You walked with your best friend, Niriel, carrying flowers the two of you had just picked. Giggling softly and sharing jokes in the other's ear, it was just another typical day in Rivendell. 

Your steps slowed and your laughter faded when you spotted him. Elrond Half-Elven. He was walking with his young companion, Lindir, who was about your age of four centuries. Elrond caught your gaze, nodded respectfully, and continued on. It made your stomach explode with butterflies. Lindir had seen you staring, too, and had immediately flustered and barely managed to muster a friendly wave. Though, you didn't notice or care about him. 

Your wistful sigh as you watched them, but specifically Elrond, walk away did not go unnoticed by Niriel. Her joyous smile fell and he eyebrows lowered. "(Y/n)," she warned, "I wouldn't."

She knew all about your infatuation with this elven lord, and she had been the one to remind you to stay on your feet so you wouldn't float off into the land of unrealistic expectations. It wasn't only because you were of a lower ranked than Elrond that made him unobtainable to you, it was the fact that he was six thousand years older. You hardly paid heed to this age gap, though. As far as you were concerned, an elleth could dream.

Elrond was the elf of your dreams; he was caring, smart, strong, and any other word that could be used to describe your adoration for him. You had loved him for decades now without his knowledge.

Niriel nudged your shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the fountains."

A few nights days later, you were attending a dinner party no different than all others held on a regular basis in Imladris. Niriel was drunk, deeply pondering the meaning of life with an ellon she had just met. You were dancing with a few other elleths to the strumming of a harp.

Elrond sat at the head of the table, Lindir at his side. He didn't miss the soft glances and little smile Lindir sent in your direction or the light blush on his cheeks. It made Elrond feel rejoiced and depressed to see Lindir in love with you.

Elrond fancied you; you were young and lively, beautiful with a passion for art. And it was for the first reason that he couldn't pursue you. He was your senior by over six thousand years- you were too young for him. You were hundreds of years younger than his own daughter. He kept his affections at bay, and therefore his conversations with you never dragged on in fear that he would let those affections back into the harbor of his heart. Instead, he would try to promote a relationship between Lindir and you. Not strongly or anything, just a way to mentally push you away from him. 

"You love her," he said, making Lindir's eyes grow wide. "Don't act a fool- I can see it, and you sure don't do a good job at hiding it."

Lindir frowned and his shoulders sagged. "Yes, my lord, I cannot deny it."

"Why the long face, then?" 

"Because I have a feeling she does not love me back."

Elrond cursed himself for wondering for a split second if you loved him after all, and tried to stay on topic. "Well, don't mind me saying that you haven't done much to encourage her to love you back."

Lindir shrugged and smiled a bit. "I'm not one for flirting, Lord Elrond, you know this. I've never been confident when talking to elleths." The two were silent for a moment before he asked, tentatively, "Could you- would you talk to her for me?"

Elrond wanted to say no a dozen times over, but he forced a smile, grasped Lindir's shoulder, and said, "Of course! Anything for a friend."