#valartakemenow

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Eredin...*peeks through the window into the room after Lindir sas left* Lindir has a healthly appreciation for your looks....and, to be honest, I have heard him wax poetics about your whole person. You make him relax and smile. Do not look so flustered, this is a good thing! I think you make him feel safe. *smiles* Now, what you will do with this knowledge is up to you, but this Valley really needs someone that keeps our Lindir from spiralling.

And yes, I do really think your hair looks pettable. You do a great jon with it. You and Lindir are both very beautiful elves in my humble opinion, but when you stand next to him he looks so much more relaxed its uncanny. (I didn't know an elf could look this stressed constantly! I really need to drag him for a day to the school, children have beneficial effects on overly tense elves.)

So. Eredin. The next time you decide to watch over his sleep to make sure he is all right, do remember to take a blanket with yourself. He sounded worried the last time he mentioned that.

Good luck.

Narë of Imladris.

*disappears from the window*

*Eredin, utterly frozen in place, cocoa cup halfway to his lips, ears burning so brightly they might rival the dawn.*

W-Wait— Lindir was… worried? About me? Because I— because I fell asleep while making sure he was resting properly?

Oh. Oh dear.

*Clears throat, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve, looking thoroughly flustered*

—I—I was not watching over him! Not in a strange way! I was merely ensuring that he… well, that he actually slept instead of working himself into an early departure to the Halls of Mandos!

Which, frankly, is a noble duty. A necessary duty. Someone must do it!

But I… I didn’t think he noticed. Or— worried? I just—oh. I did not mean to be a cause for concern.

*Presses hands against burning face*

And—and the rest of what you said! Waxing poetics? About me? Oh Valar. I am going to perish where I stand. I do not—do I make him feel safe? He is always the one steadying others, offering a firm hand and calm presence—oh, this is—this is a lot.

*Breathes in. Breathes out. Sips cocoa. Fails to regain composure.*

I—I will bring a blanket next time. I—yes.

Oh, but what if he notices? Oh, but he already has. Oh.

…Thank you, Narë.

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

If you had to kiss Eredin for 10 minutes straight (on the mouth, you can't escape this one) or face a 24-hour marathon of smut-filled poetry reading out loud, which do you think would make you blush more?

*wide-eyed, speechless for a long moment, hands clutching my chest dramatically*

W-Wait—what kind of question is that?

*I raise my hand as if to ward off the absurdity of it*

First of all—why would I ever—why on Arda would anyone suggest such a…such a blushing situation?

Kiss Eredin? For ten minutes? On the mouth?

*splutters, face going red*

Eredin is—he’s a scribe, a pure, innocent, anxious soul who is forever lost in paperwork and cocoa! The very thought of such an event is absolutely—utterly—inconceivable.

And to have me involved in such a…*frantic gulp* intimate scenario with him? Oh, Valar, I—

As for the poetry, oh please—*begins to splutter again*

A 24-hour marathon of... glares at the person who made this suggestion smut-filled poetry?! Out loud?? For all to hear?? *Horrified gasp*

I’d blush more from the sheer mortification of being forced to read that aloud! But I’m also suddenly wondering if the kiss would be... just as—*stammers and stops mid-sentence*

...I… *face turns even redder*

What is this evil challenge you have presented me?! And what am I supposed to do with this new, deeply troubling information?!