And he followed, as a good husband should. Still playing, until Glorfindel looked at him with that grin with his back to the wall. No where to go, and they both knew it. Though there was a break in the shelves not too far from them that led to their rooms, but he didn't tug Glorfindel that way just yet.

Instead he let the song end as he stepped close again, then pulled the flute away and let it hang at his side as he leaned in to kiss his husband again. That blush was impossible to ignore.