Glorfindel chuckles, something more felt than heard.
"I never said I would answer them even then - just that they could wait as long as that, at least." He murmurs as the last note fades away in the crisp winter air. Then Glorfindel finds himself faced with two identical expectant expressions, demanding answers.

It is going to be a long wait for all three of them.

"The lady needs rest, and you two need a bath. My thanks, Elladan, Elrohir." He notes, forestalling their questions.