"loves" - glorfindel of the golden flower
Glorfindel loves the winter, with blankets piled high on the bed, and the cold feet of his lover tangled with his, and soft firelight (Balrog-free).
He loves the spring and the daffodil buds adorning the pathway to his front door and the sun rising a little earlier every morning.
He loves the summer and the long, hot days and the sheen of sweat to be kissed from his lover’s throat and the glorious, cloying laziness.
He loves the autumn and the dry, crisp leaves underfoot, crackling like flames and his breath, pluming white in the air.
Glorfindel loves the winter.