"It is." He sighed. "Is it terrible of me that I am glad Lindir isn't here? He occasionally just looks at me, gets this...gleam in his eye, and the next thing I know, there's a new song at the tavern."

Glorfindel shakes his head. "Everyone knows that the brown haired minstrel who 'comes in to town now and again' is actually him in disguise, but no one wants to spoil his fun." Wanted, that is, Lindir sailed with Elrond, but that was sadness for another day.