*swallows his current bite and doesn't bat an eyelash, even though his appetite's just flown out the window* Not a word, sir. I found out from Aerandir at the last semi-biweekly Secondmoot.
*feels just the tad slightest guilty as he tips his own beer to his lips, but figures he'd rather explain himself to Ecthelion than risk Duilien's wrath she's insane*
*wonders (for approximately the six hundredth time) whether he should do some checking around to find out where Glorfindel's gone, too*