Warnings: sloppy and female reader, nope, I don’t proofread, eng/rus
How would they cheer you up when you are having a breakdown
(P.S. actually I am not sure about it because as if it suited Lindir as well. But, choose whoever you wish!)
His head immediately jumps up as he notices her somewhere among the bookshelves. The walls, so thick and cold, despite their firmness easily echo anything in this space - even the hardly suppressed sniffs, no matter how hard they are hidden among the sound of the paper.
He extremely quietly stands up leaving the chair alone and goes to the right bookshelf.
“Meleth?”
His voice is low and he finds out that the muffled cry stops.
“Please, nin el, do not fret. Just… here”
He peeks between the books - he sees the lowered head’s top and the hair.
