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‘sigh..’ Lindir huffed as he strummed on the harp. It’s been a few hours since Elrond said he would be finished with the paperwork. He frowned as he gazed upon the stack on the messy desk. Elrond put the quill down, he looked up and stared at the papers. Lindir opened his mouth, a small peak of the fangs that Lined his mouth. He ached for blood, especially Elronds.
“Lindir, are you alright? You haven’t been yourself, is something bothering you?” Elrond asked, turning his head slightly to face Lindir.
“It’s nothing my Lord.” Lindir muttered.
“ ‘nothing’ seems to be a great big deal with you.” Elrond replied with a chuckle.
Lindir huffed as he set the harp aside,
“Really, what is wrong Lindir?” Elrond asked, hoping for an honest reply.