Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Lindir- Pen Names and Protocol

Requested by theambernightingale

"Lindir..."

Lindir gazed out the window at the sun rising over the rose gold clouds. He had just had a collection of poems and stories written by his most adored author, Ellia Elfwise, imported to Rivendell last night. 

"Lindir."

She had written a poem about sunrises, about how they were the glow of the opportunity of a new day. Now, he saw them in a new light. He recited the poem over and over in his mind, in the dreamy voice he imagined her having. If he could ever meet her and hear her recite the melodic words herself-

"Lindir!" Lord Elrond snapped.

Lindir jumped, remembering he was in his master's office, which was no place to be zoning out. 

"I'm sorry, my lord!" Lindir apologized, cheeks a light shade of red as he internally scolded himself. Elrond was an early bird. Lindir was not. He was usually good at keeping the same schedule, but last night he had stayed up past midnight reading Ellia's masterpieces. Now, that was taking its toll, but Lindir regretted nothing. If he had to do one thing for the rest of his immortal life, it would be to read her works over and over. He would never grow tired of them. 

"A little dozy this morning, are you?" Elrond chuckled. 

"Yes, my lord. Forgive me. What was it you were saying?"      

"I was just saying that since that last ship to the west set sail, I am in need of some new members in my council."

"Ah, yes."

Elrond slid into the chair of his desk and turned the cover of a big book identical to all the others on the shelves around them. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Lindir was still thinking about those poems, though. He hadn't even heard of some of the descriptive words Ellia had used. "Um," he said, his mind still not entirely present. "No, I don't think I do."

Elrond looked up at his adviser and sighed. His head was in this clouds this morning. 

"Well," the elf lord said with a sigh, "we'll dwell on it later. I must add that you seem distracted and fatigued this morning. Did you stay up late last night or not sleep well?"

Lindir gulped. "To be honest, my lord, a few copies of Ellia Elfwise's poems and stories came in yesterday. I spent all night reading them."

Elrond huffed a laugh. "I would expect nothing different from you, my friend. You seen rather fond of her, considering you haven't even met her."

"I admire her skill," Lindir states, his cheeks dusted with pink, but keeping his chin high. "The way she writes almost has a melody to it, and it seems so real that I can picture everything and imagine her telling the story with her own voice."

Elrond leaned back in his chair, rather amused, as Lindir continued, "I would very much like to meet her someday, if such a thing were possible."

"Do not despair, my friend," Elrond said, discreetly scribbling a certain name into his book as Lindir turned to the sunrise again. "You never know, it might be possible after all."

***

A month after you released handwritten copies of your latest collection of poems and stories, you received a letter from Rivendell. When the courier handed it to you, your heartbeat began to gradually quicken. Had someone in Rivendell discovered Ellia Elfwise's true identity? You prayed not.