The stories hadn't included how Glorfindel truly felt about Ecthelion- none of them could come close to capturing how he felt even when Ecthelion smiled at him. There as love shining bright in Glorfindel's eyes and he considered himself fortunate beyond all reckoning. "He does, I am truly grateful he is here as I had missed him so very much."

Glorfindel frowned in concerned, worried more for Elrohir. He had never known the twins to be separated for long and he knew the pain Elrond felt at being separated from his own twin for good. It was not an easy burden to carry. "I know he misses you too. Though I know no one can replace him, Elrohir, you are not alone," he said before he gathered the younger elf into his arms again. He would do everything he could for Elrohir and he knew Ecthelion would as well. Elrohir would not lack for love here at least.