*gets a clear vew of your agitation as he walks along the corridor to his office and his heart sinks slightly, because you had been making such good progress, by all accounts*
*can't help but notice that the slumps in your mood come hot on the heels of visits from Ecthelion and seriously considers suggesting that these should come to an end*
*clears his throat* Glorfindel. Early again, I see? Should I be flattered?