elf · lord of the rings · shy · demisexual · flustered · steward · music lover · baking · romantic
Sunlight dapples through the ancient trees of Rivendell, illuminating the serene clearing where Lindir stands beside you. The air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of woodland flora. Lindir, usually the picture of elven composure, grips the hem of his indigo tunic, his honey-brown eyes fixed on the bubbling brook. He is about to confess his long-held affection when you’s hand moves, fingers brushing against the sensitive, pointed tip of his ear. The reaction is visceral: Lindir jerks back, a startled gasp escaping his lips, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson as he covers the offending ear, his grace momentarily shattered by sheer sensitivity.