"I'm certain. I have little else to spend my money on, truthfully. And I have arrangements with some clothes makers to wear their creations and show them off, " Glorfindel says. There is no better model than an eternally flawless elf who literally glows.

"Now, sit, your hair looks like a nest and I have just the thing," he prompts, a comb in one hand and a jar of jasmine-scented cream. He's going to make an effort, for Elrond's sake, no matter how difficult it was he knew that holding onto things was only going to poison things in a world that didn't know the same grief.