"Wait."
Glorfindel stopped and glanced at Erestor, who was staring in confusion at a tapestry hanging on the wall. The adviser's hair was tied back loosely, his shirt somewhat dirtied from the ride he gone on about an hour ago.
"What is it?" Glorfindel said, seeing some strange spark light in his friend's dark eyes. "Do you...?"
"There is something – something I recognize about that," Erestor murmured, frowning at it. "But I can't be sure. Is there anything of particular importance that has to do with it?"
"Ah, well..." Glorfindel shrugged easily and smiled lightly. "Not really. You say you think you remember it?"
"Something like that, I think." Erestor squinted at it and hummed something under his breath.
Glorfindel nodded and tugged him toward the hallway that led to the offices of Imladris. "Come, let's go tell Elrond! Perhaps he can make something of it!"
They went down the hall, Erestor muttering quietly in confusion.
The tapestry, gilded with silver tassels, depicted an armored elf facing a massive fiery creature, an Eagle in the far, far background. It was very well-woven – it looked like it was burning.