"He told us nothing until the fight against the Witch-king." Elrohir grouses goodnaturedly. "We thought he was one from Valinor, come late, and named after a Gondolin lord. I think ada knew, but they are equally close-mouthed when they wish to be." Glorfindel takes the teasing as it is meant, and does not protest his innocence, finishing his toast in that fabled silence.

Then claim a house, but be sure it is not mine - they know I am the last. Yay for elf-thoughts indeed.