Glorfindel saw that promise as he pulled away slightly, leading Ecthelion through the book shelves. He remained just out of reach until they came to a dead end. There he stopped, his back to the wall as he watched his husband with a grin on his lips.

He was flushed not with exertion but with the thought of what they were going to do once they got back to their rooms, which, thankfully, weren't too far away.