7. Glorfindel's Revenge
Glorfindel's Revenge
Handing Frodo to her father – the unfortunate hobbit looked half dead, successfully distracting Elrond – Arwen dismounted, and handed Asfaloth to the grooms.
Stepping back, she felt an unyielding body behind her. "Just where do you think you are going?" a low voice growled.
Heart sinking, Arwen turned to face her accuser. "Glorfindel! Thank you for letting me borrow Asfaloth. He is much faster than my own horse!"
His expression darkened. "You did not 'borrow' him. You stole him – again. I warned you before – your brothers and I will tell Aragorn every embarrassing tale of your childhood!"
She paled. "Glorfindel, no!"
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