2. Day 2: Not Every Important Job Has To Be Glamorous (Lindir, FOC)
"Oh. You broke that one."
Surely not Lindir again! She could not focus when he was around. His eyes on her continually were more than her fortitude could withstand, and he came all the time, lately. He talked and sang to her—sang! Oh, Elbereth! What was a girl to do with Lindir so close, singing of all things? A sudden fear gripped her. Has the lady Galadriel looked into my mind that she sends Lindir here so often as messenger?
Blowing away a strand of hair so as to keep her hands clean, she made to discard the broken pieces, but Lindir was faster than she and grabbed them first.
"It is quite good, Elethwen," he said in that singsong voice of his. "The Lady says that Aragorn's company will need them (which is why I am here, in a way, to find out if they are ready), but, by the leaves of Cerin Amroth, I am almost sorry that they will take them all."
"Not I. If I could never see another piece of lembas bread again, I would call myself content," she said, flattening her palms against the table. "Can you think of a more boring, more worthless occupation in the whole of Caras Galadhon?" This ended with a huff in a renewed attempt to brush that stubborn strand away from her face.
"Surely not worthless!" he said as he reached with his hand to tuck the errant strand away, lingering there longer than was strictly necessary to do so, or so it seemed to her. "When I am away, I am always grateful for your lembas. It strengthens me on my journey and gives me something to remember home by, to remind me the reasons why I live to protect it." 'Which reminds me why I would die to protect it,' he seemed to have said, but she only heard this with her heart.
And that was precisely why she continued faithfully making lembas. As awful as the job was—and it was!—it was too small a price to pay if it served to give Lindir strength and hope when he was away.
Perhaps one day she would tell him so, she thought, as she watched him happily eating away the crumbs of the broken lembas.
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