She stared into his eyes, hers became teary and her breath was taken away. She was hoping she could leave a letter for him to read and have to deal with the face to face struggle. “ ‘Lijah..” she murmured. “ I’m leaving, for good “ she let him know.
"You really should come to Imladris one of these days. The flowers are in bloom and the valley is full of life.“
It wasn’t the first time that Glorfindel had tried to coax the Elvenking out of his halls and caverns, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. Glorfindel didn’t consider himself a heavy traveler, but enjoyed visiting his kin on occasion. Thranduil in particular, having taken a keen interest in the elf’s well-being after the death of his father. This care had only strengthened with each passing decade.
"Surely Legolas can tend to things here while you were away. If I’m not too bold…”