"It will be as you say." Glorfindel solemnly replies, accepting the swords the young elves are carrying and sending the pair scurrying off. He waits until they are out of easy earshot before offering Elrond his sword.

And he keeps his grip on it when Elrond goes to take it, making sure he has his lord's attention.

"Keep your head." He orders in return, clearly worried. "Your injury or death will not aid them."

...

He's a fine one to talk.