[ meme. i try ] Ah Glorfindel, you overgrown dandelion. You loved that city so but it was a blinding , harsh light. You couldn't do anything but flee with those weaklings who needed protecting. I'm glad it is gone and when I heard the stories afterwards... Ah, but you are comical. You're dear friend drowns in his own fountain like some toddler in a puddle and you? I find out your end is even more ridiculous! Pulled to your death by that flaxen hair of yours. You couldn't even flee successfully.
Glorfindel hardened his expression, eyes narrowed and face reddening through anger, even though he was trying so very carefully to control it. He felt the flash and growled, low and through a clenched jaw, taking one step and then another until he was stood flush to Maeglin, chest to chest. He said nothing, just stood for a minute staring him down.
He thought about a swift punch to the gut, maybe a knee to the groin. Either or both would maybe make him feel a touch better. But still Maeglin wasn’t worth it. Glorfindel turned his lip up in a sneer, shook his head once and turned on his heel, away from him.