It had been weeks since you last spoke to Glorfindel about your past. Safe to say it turned out to be as effective as finding a needle amongst dry grass.

Walking past Glorfindel in both halls and gardens it was clear he avoided you. For if he spoke, his next action would be to slit your throat.

But after a hunting trip gone terribly wrong and Glorfindel getting hurt, it was apparent at least some words needed to be spoken.