Soulhunter wanted a non-slashy drabble about Gil-galad and Glorfindel.
The Dark Lord comes!
Serene amidst the havoc stands Gil-Galad, Aiglos, snow-point no longer, in hand. To the standard-bearers he says only: "Raise them high, that he may see." White Tree and White Stars fly together in hope. Narsil burns bright in Elendil's hand; eagerness is in the air, for the hour of truth is nigh.
But truth has another voice, and Glorfindel speaks to all and none, saying: "Rightly we stand against a Power of the World, yet it is not given to creatures that we should live who strike him down."
Silence. Until Gil-galad, calmly smiling, replies: "Nįsie."
Nįsie"So be it."