Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
He avoided talking about Gondolin, when he could. They asked him about it, sometimes, and sometimes he answered them; but mostly they realised he did so reluctantly. After a while, the questions ceased.
Night after night, he flew back to Gondolin on silver wings. The nightingale harp sang sweetest by starlight, carrying him home to the white towers and the brilliance of the city he had made.
“Sometimes I think the Queen left it to hearten us,” Erestor had said, “though it was Daeron’s gift. All of us, I mean, who stayed in Middle-earth. She was –” a hesitation “– very wise...”