he sounds like all that's standing between Glorfindel and ...
*feels his blood run icy cold and shakes his head simply because he cannot make sense of any of this (you weren't there; you didn't see the way he withdrew, the way he wouldn't respond to him or even look him in the eye)* *and Glorfindel is Glorfindel; if he'd wanted to see him, then he (Ecthelion) would know it*
I'm sorry it didn't work out between you guys.
*the sound emerging out closer to a whisper* So am I. (But I need to understand, so...) I actually am hanging up now.