His look softened at the promise. "I always do." Ecthelion brushed some of Glorfindel's hair from his face, just a little excuse to touch him because he wanted to. There was no need for two bowls, nor for the bard to pull away from his husband. He simply wrapped an arm around him again and reached for pieces of bread to dip in the soup.

Except he was distracted - silly Glorfindel - by that less than graceful end to that first bite, and he chuckled before leaning in and licking the dribble from his husband's chin