Room 143
She was asleep.
Uncomfortably so, but asleep just the same.
The knock was insistant, though, and she drew her robe on as she trudges to the door. When she opens it, all remnants of sleep are gone.
"Glorfindel!" she gasps. She looks from him to the cold, stoic face of the Vala, who she hadn't seen for days. "What happened?"
Námo steps in.
"He is in need of warmth and attention," he says, laying Glorfindel on the sofa.
Uncomfortably so, but asleep just the same.
The knock was insistant, though, and she drew her robe on as she trudges to the door. When she opens it, all remnants of sleep are gone.
"Glorfindel!" she gasps. She looks from him to the cold, stoic face of the Vala, who she hadn't seen for days. "What happened?"
Námo steps in.
"He is in need of warmth and attention," he says, laying Glorfindel on the sofa.