*is pacing around outside the reception-trailer at the Golden Flower, utterly unaware that Elemmakil is watching him through the window (with one hand on the Flower phone in case Ecthelion needs to be contacted as a matter of emergency)*
*somehow sounds almost surprised when you pick up (the number works?)* Uh. Hi. Hi. Hello. It's. It's Glorfindel. *trailing off weakly having forgotten what he was going to say (what he had practised in his head beforehand)* I got your letter.