It is. Glorfindel didn't want his unusual charge to end up dead (which would lead to some very awkward conversations), so he gave him the stuff he usually reserves for his own people - light and well-crafted, it has served for centuries.

Glorfindel catches an apple tossed from Sallyn and munches, waiting for the sun to go down. None of the men seem overly inclined to talk, and the twins, usually the verbose ones of the group, are up in their watchposts, thinking of the coming fight.


This is the boring part of fighting, really.