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Fic - Vigil - 1/1
Title: Vigil
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond - onesided, mentioned Elrond/Celebrian
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lindir waits for his Lord to return from Dol Guldur
Author's Notes: Even though I love reading this pairing, I've never tried writing it before.
He cannot stop himself from looking. He is busier than ever – an early, harsh winter has brought the Dunedain seeking shelter, and it is Lindir’s job to find rooms for them and supplies enough to last comfortably – but even that cannot stop his gaze from turning at every opportunity to the Misty Mountains.
His Lord is on the other side of those mountains, and truly, they have never looked so oppressive to him; so cold and forbidding. Thick clouds, heavy with snow, swirl around their peaks, and every day the blanket of white descends further down into the valley. Crossing them now would be foolhardy – even Lords Elladan and Elrohir have returned from their incessant travels – yet that is what his Lord has done. He has travelled to the east with Curunir and the Lady Galadriel to fight the Necromancer that haunts Dol Guldur along with whatever creatures he might have at his command. Lindir is terrified by the very idea of it.
Southern Mirkwood is a long way from Imladris. There should have been little to fear in whispers from a distant forest, but Lindir had been witness to the aftermath of the White Council’s meeting. He has watched his Lord become progressively more stressed. Mithrandir left the Morgul blade behind him when he left, and more than once, Lindir has caught his Lord studying it. He fears the Necromancer more for the lines he has caused to form between his Lord’s brows far more than for any potential threat he feels.
Imladris is well protected. Vilya remains, placed on Lord Glorfindel’s hand, and the defences that rely on its power are strong. What Lindir fears is his Lord’s absence and the danger he is in. The thought that he might never return.
His love for his Lord is inappropriate. Hugely inappropriate. He keeps his distance from his Lord in all but professional matters and keeps the truth of his heart a secret. The Lady Celebrian waits for Lord Elrond across the sea; Lindir, no matter what he feels, has no place even trying to interfere with that.
But. That knowledge doesn’t stop him from craving his Lord’s affection. It doesn’t stop the desire that courses through his veins. It doesn’t stop him from worrying constantly.
He distracts himself with the Dunedain. He manages grain stores and laundry and concerns himself with the expense of running the Last Homely House. He chases after young Estel, attempts to keep Lords Elladan and Elrohir from causing too much trouble, and he fights to keep his countenance as light as he can lest any suspect that his heart is aching.
He must have faith, he tells himself every time his gaze travels to the east; he must have faith that his Lord will return to him.
And when he returns, Lindir will have kept Imladris well. It is the only thing, after all, that he can do to prove his devotion.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Lindir/Elrond - onesided, mentioned Elrond/Celebrian
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lindir waits for his Lord to return from Dol Guldur
Author's Notes: Even though I love reading this pairing, I've never tried writing it before.
He cannot stop himself from looking. He is busier than ever – an early, harsh winter has brought the Dunedain seeking shelter, and it is Lindir’s job to find rooms for them and supplies enough to last comfortably – but even that cannot stop his gaze from turning at every opportunity to the Misty Mountains.
His Lord is on the other side of those mountains, and truly, they have never looked so oppressive to him; so cold and forbidding. Thick clouds, heavy with snow, swirl around their peaks, and every day the blanket of white descends further down into the valley. Crossing them now would be foolhardy – even Lords Elladan and Elrohir have returned from their incessant travels – yet that is what his Lord has done. He has travelled to the east with Curunir and the Lady Galadriel to fight the Necromancer that haunts Dol Guldur along with whatever creatures he might have at his command. Lindir is terrified by the very idea of it.
Southern Mirkwood is a long way from Imladris. There should have been little to fear in whispers from a distant forest, but Lindir had been witness to the aftermath of the White Council’s meeting. He has watched his Lord become progressively more stressed. Mithrandir left the Morgul blade behind him when he left, and more than once, Lindir has caught his Lord studying it. He fears the Necromancer more for the lines he has caused to form between his Lord’s brows far more than for any potential threat he feels.
Imladris is well protected. Vilya remains, placed on Lord Glorfindel’s hand, and the defences that rely on its power are strong. What Lindir fears is his Lord’s absence and the danger he is in. The thought that he might never return.
His love for his Lord is inappropriate. Hugely inappropriate. He keeps his distance from his Lord in all but professional matters and keeps the truth of his heart a secret. The Lady Celebrian waits for Lord Elrond across the sea; Lindir, no matter what he feels, has no place even trying to interfere with that.
But. That knowledge doesn’t stop him from craving his Lord’s affection. It doesn’t stop the desire that courses through his veins. It doesn’t stop him from worrying constantly.
He distracts himself with the Dunedain. He manages grain stores and laundry and concerns himself with the expense of running the Last Homely House. He chases after young Estel, attempts to keep Lords Elladan and Elrohir from causing too much trouble, and he fights to keep his countenance as light as he can lest any suspect that his heart is aching.
He must have faith, he tells himself every time his gaze travels to the east; he must have faith that his Lord will return to him.
And when he returns, Lindir will have kept Imladris well. It is the only thing, after all, that he can do to prove his devotion.