Lindir felt a little guilty as he let himself into the wine cellar, walking the few steps down to the stone floor, and looked around. He had promised he wouldn't drink again, but... it had been ages since he had last done it now, so just a little bit of wine wouldn't do any harm, would it? No one would know, either way. He stopped in front of a shelf, inspecting the labels with a slight frown. If he just made sure not to take the strongest wine he could fine then things wouldn't be so bad in the morning. He wasn't going to make himself dead drunk.
He had just picked up a bottle when the door opened and someone entered. Lindir turned quickly, hiding the bottle behind his back in case it was Erestor, but he relaxed slightly when he saw it was Legolas instead. "Prince Legolas," he greeted, bowing slightly.
