"Is there anything you would recommend to make my stay here easier on myself and those around me?" Glorfindel asked. If he was going to be here, best to do it right, after all.
"Ah, well, they were coming to Imladris in the company of Aragorn, but were being pursued by the Ringwraiths. One, Frodo, was injured by their fell blades, and needed care immediately, so I rode with him. Fortunately he was the one with the Ring, so the wraiths ignored the others and came after us. We crossed the river into Imladris, and the wraiths triggered the protective spells and were swept downriver." Frodo had been half out of it, shivering and haunted. He was glad they'd made it to Elrond in time to save him.
"Elwing and Earendil's voyage were after my death, so I do not know of that time personally either. Earendil is the grandson of Turgon, and one of those I saved by defeating the Balrog. Elrond told me a little about it, though. He comes from good stock, for certain, but has been through so much." Losing first his brother, and now his daughter to the mortals.
"I did." Glorfindel reluctantly continued, "I led the fight against the Witch-King. It was not a battle we could win, though, as his fate was not ours to settle then. But we destroyed his stronghold and caused him to flee, thereby weakening the Dark forces for some time." The Witch-King had found Glorfindel unbearable to be near, which Glorfindel had used to his advantage when setting up the wards around Imladris. "I have a certain level of skill, true. I have had almost five thousand years in this lifetime to practice, after all," he said with a grin and a wink.
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"Ah, well, they were coming to Imladris in the company of Aragorn, but were being pursued by the Ringwraiths. One, Frodo, was injured by their fell blades, and needed care immediately, so I rode with him. Fortunately he was the one with the Ring, so the wraiths ignored the others and came after us. We crossed the river into Imladris, and the wraiths triggered the protective spells and were swept downriver." Frodo had been half out of it, shivering and haunted. He was glad they'd made it to Elrond in time to save him.
"Elwing and Earendil's voyage were after my death, so I do not know of that time personally either. Earendil is the grandson of Turgon, and one of those I saved by defeating the Balrog. Elrond told me a little about it, though. He comes from good stock, for certain, but has been through so much." Losing first his brother, and now his daughter to the mortals.
"I did." Glorfindel reluctantly continued, "I led the fight against the Witch-King. It was not a battle we could win, though, as his fate was not ours to settle then. But we destroyed his stronghold and caused him to flee, thereby weakening the Dark forces for some time." The Witch-King had found Glorfindel unbearable to be near, which Glorfindel had used to his advantage when setting up the wards around Imladris. "I have a certain level of skill, true. I have had almost five thousand years in this lifetime to practice, after all," he said with a grin and a wink.