Reborn Glorfindel taking a break by a drinking fountain decorated with a statue of Ecthelion
He sees many of them during his travels. And often - if someone passes by while he refills his waterskin - he asks about the statues, trying to grasp what this person so dear to him could mean to them, hundreds of miles and years away from the ruins of Gondolin.
‘It’s the Lord of the Fountains. Keeps the water clear.’
‘And what are the flowers for?’
‘When praying for protection, one should offer a flower. It is said that he likes golden ones specifically.’
He sees many of them - usually finding Him reduced to a set of attributes: his flute, his hair tied up, a wide-sleeved robe: a template on which the craftsmen elaborate according to their local styles. Sometimes he sees one that actually resembles the character from those aged songs. Marble eyelids look as if they are about to flutter open and greet Glorfindel with the light of Aman framed by two dark rings. He asks the passerby whether they knew the sculptor, wondering if they were one of the Gondolindrim. But to the stranger, this is just a part of the city’s decor.
He does not remember hearing any prayers while in Mandos (because why would anyone pray to him? When he meets him, he will bully him for becoming a deity). But in case Ecthelion could hear them - beside the withered flowers he throws a strand of his golden hair.