Ecthelion couldn't help the soft laugh as he was tugged, and was quick to step faster, wiggling his hand so their fingers might entwine. Only to grin as Glorfindel leaned over the soup, and reached out with his free hand to catch at blond hair to save it. "Something we will likely have for supper." It smelled good enough to try, but he wasn't about to let the other elf dive in!