Glorfindel: Sir, will these be good? *grins as he sets down the luggage he's carrying for them*
Fingolfin: *looks around the house a bit* I believe so. What do you say, wife?
Anaire: I adore it. *smiles* It is most excellent.
Glorfindel: Great. *another grin* I'll leave you to settling in.
Fingolfin: My thanks. *puts a hand on Glorfindel's shoulder* You're a good man, Glor.
Glorfindel: I try. *bows and departs*
Anaire: *sets down the bag she's carrying and goes over to Fingolfin, hugging him tightly* Thank you. I know you had no great desire to live here, again, so thank you for accepting it on my account.
Fingolfin: Hush. *kisses her forehead* You should've said something sooner.
Anaire: Forgive me, my lord husband, I did not realize I would want it sooner.
Fingolfin: Forgiven. Now, let's start deciding how we want our new house to be.
Anaire: Oh, yes! Let us!