"As my lord commands." It's said without griping or sighing, but in his head he's trying to decide if this will be better or worse than going up against the balrog.
He goes, even though he's fairly certain that dealing with the balrog is the less painful option. It turns out he's fairly correct in his guess - when they return, the twins are leaning on each other for support and as well-mannered as you could possibly hope for, but there's an obvious separation between them and their protector. Glorfindel, fully retreated into himself and stone-faced, stays outside for the moment. He knows his temper is getting perilously frayed, and he doesn't want to make this day any worse.
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Date: 2014-06-15 06:54 pm (UTC)From:He goes, even though he's fairly certain that dealing with the balrog is the less painful option. It turns out he's fairly correct in his guess - when they return, the twins are leaning on each other for support and as well-mannered as you could possibly hope for, but there's an obvious separation between them and their protector. Glorfindel, fully retreated into himself and stone-faced, stays outside for the moment. He knows his temper is getting perilously frayed, and he doesn't want to make this day any worse.