“I don’t understand why you send youth where experience would better serve…”
Glorfindel’s pose was indignant, even wounded, and he faced Elrond with an expression that challenged the decision.
The Peredhel smiled, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder. “They are young, yes, but what they lack in experience they make up in passion. They’ll serve the Ring-bearer well.”
“As well as I?”
For a moment, Elrond’s eyes clouded with a vision of shadow and flame, a figure falling into darkness.
“You know as well as I, sometimes even experience is not enough.”
Glorfindel sighed, resigned. “What have you foreseen?”