Glorfindel saw Elrond walking down the hallway looking a little bit depressed, so the Balrog-slayer immediately ran to him and wrapped his arms around him. "Don't worry," he crooned into the Peredhel's ear, "everything will be okay."
"What?" Elrond tried to escape Glorfindel's crushing grip, but the Elda was a little bit too strong. "Glorfindel, stop it."
"No, don't worry. Let your worries go, let them fall away from you like a –" Glorfindel saw over Elrond's shoulder Celebrían walking toward them, and he pushed Elrond away and shot to her. He enfolded her in a massive hug. "You are an amazing mother!" he announced.
"Glorfindel, stop it!" Elrond said, and ran to pull him away from his wife. He glared at the Balrog-slayer. "I'm the only one allowed to hug her!"
"Aw, that's so sweet," Celebrían giggled, and Glorfindel smashed their heads together so they would just kiss and get it over with, then continued running down the halls to look for more people.
He found Elladan and Elrohir in the training yards, sparring fiercely. Sprinting across the muddy field, he tackled Elrohir and they both fell to the ground. Elladan stared for a moment, then Glorfindel popped up and squished him in a bear hug as well. With that, he sped away, and left Elladan and Elrohir behind him completely flabbergasted.
The next person he found was Arwen, standing in a corridor in front of a mirror and tittering at her reflection. She screamed when Glorfindel picked her up, but Glorfindel ignored it and hugged her until she stopped. Then he set her down and ran down the hallway.
He found the cook next, chopping a vegetable as tears streaked down her face. Shocked at the open weeping, Glorfindel vaulted over the counter and crushed her in a hug. When she could barely breathe, he sprinted out of the kitchen. Then he found that his eyes stung and mysteriously, they were wet. Horrified again, he rounded a corner and almost ran the next person over.
It was Erestor, and actually, he did run him over. The adviser toppled backwards, books and papers flying everywhere. Glorfindel politely declined picking them up but yanked Erestor to his feet and squished him in a hug. He was thanked by a foot to the knee, so he hobbled/ran down the hallway.
Another person he found by the singing, sweet and soft. He burst into the room, still limping, and saw a dark-haired minstrel sitting beside the window, his fingers delicately moving over strings on the harp that accompanied his lilting voice. Glorfindel scooped Lindir and the harp up from behind and hugged them. He heard a smashing noise, then whirled and left in search for more victims.
Behind him, he left a trail of destruction, of which I will now give you a list.
Elrond and Celebrían – two bloody noses.
Elladan and Elrohir – many wounds because they had to go on an Orc hunt for the trauma that his hugs caused and were therefore wounded badly.
Arwen – continued screaming until everyone in Imladris had a terrible headache.
The cook – fell in love with Glorfindel and became a creepy stalker. Also never cut onions again.
Erestor - all of his hard work for the day was ruined and flew all over the place, and the food for the next day was nowhere to be found because the order was lost.
Lindir – the harp he hugged was broken and Lindir refused to play anything until he got a new one.
Inspired by a weird conversation with Pip the Dark Lord of All, of which I am grateful yet horrified of at the same time. I'm kind of afraid to read back over this now, so tell me if I made any mistakes.
There may be more to come! What if Glorfindel ran all the way to Mirkwood after deciding everyone there needed a hug as well?!
Review, if you don't want to be maliciously blamed for all the hugging Glorfindel is doing and therefore get attacked by everyone in Imladris.