The older men slowly rally to the side of the younger, but Glorfindel gets there first, driving his sword to the hilt through the chest of the last orc who opposes him. After kicking the dead orc off his blade, he kneels beside the fallen man, checking him over quickly.

The injured orc howls, despite its mangled face, and charges the short madman who has caused him pain. His sword, a hulk of blackened metal that is almost more battering ram than sword, arcs towards Spoon with deadly intent.