And Curufin was looking forward to Glorfindel appreciating his hard offerings. And of course he meant to return the favor. "I shall go to great. . . um, lengths. . . to please my golden friend. We don't mean to keep each other at arm's length, after all." Curufin's grin was not wicked either. No, certainly not.

"Yes, and we must exert ourselves to erect that talan to a high angle. . . I mean, so that its height is such that we don't annoy those random passersby. We wouldn't want any of them climbing up to tell us to shut up."