The ride back into the valley is more unending than the ride out - now he has the time to count every hoofbeat, every heartbeat, every cry, every drop of blood.
He would honestly prefer another balrog.
It ends eventually as all things must, and when they clatter into the courtyard a veritable army of healers await them, warned of their coming by the scouts posted at the borders of the valley. They surge around the returning warriors like a rising tide and Glorfindel does not interfere - they take his silver queen without so much as a by-your-leave, and he trusts that while they'll listen to Elrond for a time, they won't let him do anything life-threatening.
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He would honestly prefer another balrog.
It ends eventually as all things must, and when they clatter into the courtyard a veritable army of healers await them, warned of their coming by the scouts posted at the borders of the valley. They surge around the returning warriors like a rising tide and Glorfindel does not interfere - they take his silver queen without so much as a by-your-leave, and he trusts that while they'll listen to Elrond for a time, they won't let him do anything life-threatening.