Several hours later Glorfindel finally woke. He was astonished to find Rory in his room, and even more that his fingers were wrapped hard around her wrist. He released her, and looked at her rubbing her sore and bruised wrist.
'How did I, err you, um us get here?' he asked sheepishly.
'I helped you in from the gardens at dawn', said Rory.
'Oh yes, I remember now. Thank you.' Glorfindel sat up and realised his boots were on the floor, and a blanket had been covering him. 'Did you pull my boots off and cover me? He asked in surprise.
'Sure did. And then you grabbed hold of my wrist and would not let go. At least, I could have made you let go, but I didn't want to hurt you that bad', she replied.
Glorfindel stared at her. 'Well, thank you again,' he said, unsure of what to actually say to her.
Rory laughed at the elf's confusion. She stood up and patted his shoulder gently, ' You're welcome, Glorfindel, and if I might make a suggestion I think you should clean yourself up and get ready for Elrond's council meeting. I have to get moving, I'm already late to meet with Gandalf and Elrond, and yes before you ask I'm going to blame you', She said.
He grinned weakly, aware that the story Rory would tell Gandalf and Elrond would be all over Rivendell by evening, but on reflection he decided that he deserved it. 'I will see you later than, Rory' he said.
'Yep, you sure will', she answered leaving his room, and walking out into the corridor she ran slap bang into Aragorn.
'What were you doing in Glorfindel's private quarters', he asked her in a way which made her want to slap his face.