Lord of the Rings Oneshots

The Fickleness of Mortals | Lindir

The wind lazily blew through Rivendell, rustling the trees in the elven haven, the scent of various flora spread throughout blending into one intoxicatingly enchanting scent. The sun was low, the sunset a beautiful array of oranges and pinks, so breathtaking it almost appeared like the gods used the sky as a canvas to paint upon. The distant sound of music echoed from The Hall of Fire, as the elves merrily danced and drank fine wine. Normally you'd be right in there, swaying carelessly in a beautiful dress of elven make, switching partners like the wind switches tempo. The sweet wine would constantly be on the tip of your tongue; never enough to make a fool or yourself, but just enough to forget about your anxieties in the presence of the beautiful elves.

However, you were currently hiding away in your room. Bundled under your covers, trying to block out the merry elves, and not for the first time, cursing your mortality. Blood had long since ruined your nightdress as you desperately placed rags used for washing in your underwear to try and soak up any blood. Your bed looked like it was taken straight from a horror movie, but you couldn't wash them yet. There could be some people lingering in the wash house - where they clean the laundry. How embarrassing would it be if someone saw all the blood. You were almost 99% sure that elves didn't even get periods, and you didn't want to be the one to explain what they are. You were only on your second day, meaning you still had at least five more days of torture. You had to avoid all of the friends you'd made in order to avoid any embarrassment. Even worse was avoiding Lindir. He was so sweet and thoughtful, it hurt you to hide away from him.

A knock echoed in your room. Your blood ran cold as your heart beat sped up. Someone had come to check on you. But no one can see you, especially in this state! You hadn't been able to bath yourself yet, so you smelled fishy and there was blood all over your sheets, blankets, and your clothes.

"Who is it?" you called out, voice cracking from anxiety at the end.

"It's me Y/N. I came to make sure you were well." the melodious voice of Lindir calls out. His voice was so silvery, it was no wonder he was a minstrel, and a good one at that. Normally you'd be overjoyed that he was thinking of you. Part of you always hoped he shared the same feelings you felt for him. But now was one of the few times you wanted him to not be so concerned about you.

"I'm ok, just feeling a bit tired." you call out, hoping that would enough for him to leave. It wasn't.

"Is it alright if I come in? I haven't seen you all day, in fact no one has seen you since yesterday. I'm concerned meleth nin." he replies, his voice showing how much he's been worrying.

'There's that phrase again.' you thought to yourself. About a year ago, he'd started calling you that, but no one would tell you what it meant, not even Erestor, who's supposed to be teaching you Elvish!

"I'd rather you didn't Lindir. I'm not in a state to be seen." you desperately say, hoping he'll leave if you imply you aren't decent. There's a pause, you can hear Lindir shuffling nervously. Finally, he answer you once more.

"Oh, alright. I brought you some wine and food from the feast, I'll just leave it by your door then." he sounds dejected, and you internally yelled and screamed at yourself for making him feel that way.

"Okay. Thank you!" you call back, feeling guilty for how your acting. Once you hear his footsteps echo away from your door until you can no longer hear them, you crack the door and grab the things he'd left for you.

"Stupid period." you grumble to yourself, sadly drinking the sweet wine and eating the food.

This continue one for the rest of the week, avoiding everyone that you can. After the third day you finally left your room, the worst of your period being over, but you were still cautious. You were religious about trying to keep any blood from seeping onto your dress, using rags as makeshift pads. But if was never enough. Anytime Lindir would enter a room you would immediately leave. If you were walking down a hall and spotted him walking your way, you'd duck into a random hall and hide until he left. It was exhausting and left your heart heavy. What you didn't know was Lindir was taken your avoidance harder. Perhaps he'd done something wrong, offended you in way unknown to him. Or the most horrifying of all, maybe you didn't return the feelings he'd harbored for you for so long. He'd didn't know which hurt most. His only reassurance in all of this, was that you were avoiding everyone.