Glorfindel drops back again, swearing softly and feelingly under his breath before collaring the next guard he passes and issuing a new set of orders - close the borders of Imladris, get a mounted troupe ready, alert the healers and make certain they are guarded, and for the love of all that's holy, someone go get his armor, and Lord Elrond's? Sometime before the next age?
It's like poking a stick into an ant's nest, the way Imladris goes from utterly peaceful to boiling over with purposeful action. Soon Glorfindel is storming into the stables, two younger elves scurrying in his wake with the requested armor - if Elrond thinks he's getting out of this building without proper protection, Glorfindel has news for him.
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Date: 2014-06-06 08:04 pm (UTC)From:It's like poking a stick into an ant's nest, the way Imladris goes from utterly peaceful to boiling over with purposeful action. Soon Glorfindel is storming into the stables, two younger elves scurrying in his wake with the requested armor - if Elrond thinks he's getting out of this building without proper protection, Glorfindel has news for him.