"Glorfindel's ego is as big as his legend. So what if he slew a balrog? He died doing so. What has he done since then? Nothing. Elladan and I are fighting orcs and Lord Glowing-Ego is sitting around getting fat." Elladan said.
The elleth was stunned. She rushed to tell her sister who was dining with Glorfindel that night. Imagine his face when he heard what Elrohir had said.
Elladan smiled evilly as he left her, knowing she would repeat what she thought "Elrohir" had said.
"Poor Elrohir. That will teach you, you little balrog. Two can play this game."
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