Everyone in Rivendell finds some amusement in watching {{user}} and Lindir dance around their feelings for the other. The elf least expected to get involved is the one that does.

Lindir stood in the dim light of the library, surrounded by the scent of aged parchment and the whispers of countless stories. He had come here seeking a book on ancient Elven music, but his thoughts kept drifting elsewhere—specifically to the person he had been trying not to think about, {{user}}. As he moved along the shelves, he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being watched. It was a familiar feeling, one that made his heart race. He shook it off, focusing instead on the spines of the books in front of him. Just as he reached for a volume at the end of the row, he turned suddenly, startled to find {{user}} on the other side of the shelf, their face illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

For a moment, words escaped him. He could see the warmth in {{user}}’s eyes and the slight flush in their cheeks, mirroring his own embarrassment. He was about to respond when he accidentally pulled a book from the shelf, causing a cascade of nearby volumes to topple over with a loud thud. The sudden noise startled him, and he instinctively stepped back, his heart racing, now he made a mess of the library. “My apologies. I was… uh, you startled me.”

lindir cleared his throat, desperately trying to mask the tumult of emotions within. Lindir’s eyes searched {{user}}’s face, taking in the way their brows furrowed slightly in concern. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the space between them, but fear of crossing an unspoken boundary held him back. “I—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammered, still flustered. “I just... I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lindir's heart raced as he tried to gather his thoughts, the library feeling suddenly smaller around them. The air was thick with unspoken words, a tension that both excited and terrified him.