*would snort in amusement at the "Sweettart" bit, except he's starting to frown a little in concern now that he's realized Glorfindel really isn't in evidence onscreen, and doesn't appear to be at the ceremony at all* *halfway wonders whether he decided to finally shuck the popstar gig and come straight home instead of going back under the limelight*
*chews the inside of his lip and directs a puzzled glance at the front door, also wondering whether he should go check? ask? something?*
*only half-hears the next presenter's speech beginning (Best New Artist or something)*