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?”