*wonders, in an offhand and unintentional and immediately-guilty-afterward fashion, whether Glorfindel ever gets to see that smile (the real one) directed at him* *hopes so (he deserves it) and hopes not (it would only hurt him)*
*leaves you to your beer-ing and music-ing* *stops at the reception desk long enough to put a notice out to all departments about your CD (letterhead, the works)*