he shifts in his chair impatiently "Ughhh i'm bored!... Please please please end it already! Glorfindel leans forward and rests his head on the table, as Ecthelion starts talking about his fountain again. He almosts starts pulling his wavy Golden hair, but restrains himself- he loves his hair too much. His glimmering blue eyes dart around the room, catching a glimpse of almost every movement out of boredom. His own yawning only confrims the boring nature of Ecthelion's fountain monologues