Characters: Glorfindel, Celebrían.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
He was quiet, their guest, and solitary, and otherworldliness clung to him like a spider’s web of shadows, his past drifting dark behind the brilliance of his blazing eyes. Sometimes he flamed with all the light and youth of the Exile new-come from Valinor he had once been. But Celebrían saw him more often caught in reverie, or from afar heard archaic melodies drawn wistfully from Erestor’s nightingale harp.
She found him watching her, sometimes. What was he thinking?
“Crossing the Helcaraxë with Galadriel,” he said. “And Elrond’s father, as a child. Odd, to see the two of you now...”