The Elf slowly rose to a sitting position from his bed and stretched his arms. The Elven Lord once again found himself enchanted by the graceful movement as the lean muscles on the golden one moved and contracted. Glorfindel decided that his robes were definitely becoming much too tight and uncomfortable. Seemingly oblivious to his discomfort, the Elf turned and smiled at him. The Elf-lord was so bedazzled that he could swear he was seeing stars.