Short Headcanon to my fav boy.
Reader always thought that Lindir was timid, quiet, but kind. He always seemed to look away when spoken to, never wanted a seat at the table, never pushed his opinions forward. But the more reader got to know Lindir, the more they realised there was something else going on behind his soft voice and gentle nature. Lindir was cunning, he knew exactly what he needed to say to gain an advantage in a conversation, he saw things others didn't notice, he held secrets like he held his breath, ready to release them in full bloom when the moment was right.
Reader saw the suptle hints of power dripping from Lindir behind the mask of shyness and gentleness. It was the way even the guards took respectfully a step back when the elf passed them, the way some court members tried to please him with words and gestures in hope to get favors. Things that didn't suit the description of an anxious person. Reader felt like a moth drawn to the flame.
It was undeniable that Lindir exuded a magnetic aura of power, and Reader couldn't seem to get enough of it. They wanted to understand how Lindir managed to be so seemingly meek, while at the same time making others fall to his feet in seconds. How he held such control over not only his words, which he carefully picked, but also his expression and actions. It was like a power that only some could see, and Reader was sure they were one of those few who could.