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Elrond/Glorfindel

“How fares he?”

Glorfindel's hushed query pulled Elrond from his contemplation of Frodo, who was resting peacefully after the ordeal of having the Morgul shard removed from his shoulder.

“Sauron has gained neither Ring nor hobbit-wraith this day,” he replied softly,”though Frodo shall bear the scar of his torment for the remainder of his life. Yet it may have been worse for us all, were it not for your swift intercession.”

“Say rather 'were it not for Asfaloth's swiftness of foot',” said Glorfindel, chuckling. He quickly sobered as his eyes found Frodo. ”And for your steady hand.”

Elrond smiled.

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