Glorfindel watched as the girl panted while doing her tasks around his chamber; changing his bedsheets and mopping the floor. His personal servant. She was here from the moment he woke up. From preparing his bath to preparing his meals three times a day. She did it so far so well. She was mostly silent too. But he wanted to hear her talk more. He smirked as a silly idea came to his mind.

"You missed a spot, servant girl." He stated, purposely pouring a wine from his cup onto the floor where she mopped previously. He smirked when she glared up at him. His smirk faded as she silently mopped the floor again.

Despite his frown, he couldn't help but to admire her simple beauty. Her captivating eyes, her smooth unblemished skin, and those kissable lips. He shook his head and looked away. Sure, she was not near as pretty as the elleth he brought to his chamber the other night. No. She was not as pretty as them. She was prettier.

"You don't even greet your Lord properly. Has no one ever taught you some basic manners, servant girl?" He asked in his deep voice, gazing at her form.

"What was your name again?"