"Mm," Glorfindel nodded, then sighed. "It's easier for someone like Curufin. He's an artist with a forge. Me, I...grow flowers? But others do it better. I can cook, but I am cannot hold a candle to those who have devoted the millenia I spent fighting on it."

He shrugged. "I suppose I have time to experiment. But it certainly makes you feel useless, this retirement. Though I am glad the war is over, it is awkward for some of us."

Eternity.