A/N: I'm suffering the aftermath of a cold, so if anything seems garbled just point it out and I'll try and fix it.

Another note is that I have read the books twice, and seen the movies countless times, so I'll tell you ahead of time if it's book verse of movie verse (if it matters). This one is book verse, so if you haven't read FotR, it might be a little confusing. The book clearly states that Glorfindel had been traveling for nine days from Rivendell, so I thought it might make a good story.

Random babble: Does anybody else think Glorfindel is sitting next to Gandalf at the council? There weren't really any other elves that looked like him.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing. I am just writing for the pure joy of it all, and hopefully the enjoyment of everyone who reads this.

Summary: Glorfindel goes off to save the hobbits, and encounters a few problems.

Rating: PG (just to be safe)

Spoilers: Maybe a few for FotR.

And now, on with the story!

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The Balrog Slayer Rides Again

Chapter 1

A lone figure silently cursed the foul weather. He had been traveling for a few days already, and had not been able to track down the Dunadan, and the weather was not helping. He urged his horse faster, and continued his wearying journey. He had been riding hard ever since he left Rivendell, which was now two days ago. The storm was blocking the sun and he knew there could be orcs about. He was an excellent warrior, but since he was alone there was little he could do but seek shelter from both the elements and the dangerous predators. He rode on, carefully searching for somewhere safe to stay for the night.

The rain was starting to grate on his nerves. It was not the cold that bothered him, as he was Elven-kind, but getting drenched certainly did irritate him.

He finally found a small cave, and after some scouting, found that it was perfectly safe.

Well, he didn't quite notice a few spiders. But that was quickly taken care of. Behold! The spiders have seen their doom and now see the unveiled power of the Vanyar Elf lord. Also his impeccable aim with a boot.

Glorfindel had very well chosen to take out his fury on the spiders, and after deciding not to pull them apart limb from limb, squashed them. He took much joy in attacking something, and after squashing them was in a greatly improved mood. Mainly because there were three and they happened to look like a very familiar elf lord and his sons, who sent him out on this seemingly useless errand and trying to track down the aforementioned elf lord's foster son. He was impossible to track because of the training of the aforementioned elf lord's sons (also his own but he refused to admit that. He also refused to admit that a very important halfling was accompanying the Dunadan).

Yes, but now Glorfindel was in a very happy place, trying to imagine Elrond under his boot just like the spider. It was in that state of mind that the elf slowly drifted off to the Elven realm of sleep. He drifted in and out for a few hours before his Elven ears detected the soft clip-clop of a horse. He knew orcs didn't ride horses, but he was also well aware of the fact that the Nine were abroad, mounted upon cursed horses. So he found himself quietly sneaking into a position where he could see the horse and it's rider.

He grinned devilishly when the rider passed him, the rider not noticing the silent watcher, so deep was he in his thoughts. He appeared to be brooding, by Glorfindel's standards. Glorfindel decided the young elf was in need of cheering up, so he quietly climbed the tree which the decidedly brooding elf would be passing under in a few moments.

At the opportune moment, Glorfindel jumped from the tree and shouted, "YRCH!"

Legolas nearly fell off his horse in surprise.

Once the young Elven prince had recovered and gained his composure once more as regal Prince of Eryn Lasgalen, he asked, none to politely, "What possessed you to do that? You scared me halfway to Mandos!"

"I think you deserved it."

"Why would a noble elf such as yourself say that?"

"I don't suppose you remember last year?" Glorfindel asked with a gleam of malice in his eyes.

"That was the twins fault!"

Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

Legolas dropped the conversation. "What brings you here?"

Glorfindel, decidedly happy for the moment since he had won the conversation, answered, "A very paranoid elf lord and the dilemma of his foster son."

"Is Estel alright?" Legolas asked, truly concerned for the Ranger.

Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "You forget who raised him."

Legolas smirked. "Even I know that child attract trouble like honey attracts bees."

Glorfindel chuckled, Legolas was right.

"You avoid my question. What happened?"

"Well, that tale is not for me to tell, not here, and not now. If you can get it out of Elrond it is a most intriguing set of events that bring me here."

"Ah. And how exactly to you want me to go about doing that?"

"He probably told the twins. After all, Estel is their brother."

At this Legolas smiled. "Those two are becoming a vast source of information."

Glorfindel looked slightly perturbed. "But you can never trust them." He murmured. "Ever."

Legolas' sensitive ears picked up this last statement and the prince grinned.

"What brings you from Mirkwood?" Glorfindel inquired.

The prince resumed his brooding expression from earlier. "I have a message to deliver. Evil tidings in these dark days."

Glorfindel looked saddened.

He felt a deep sense of foreboding. His ears detected the very faint sound of hooves. He looked over at Legolas and they both managed to disappear into the foliage without making so much as a sound.

"Who do you think it is?" Legolas asked in a whisper.

Glorfindel's mouth was set in a grim line. "The Nine are abroad."

Legolas understood what Glorfindel was implying. They both silently waited for the impending doom to approach.

A/N: dun dun dun!!!! Please review!!! I think I'll update after a few good reviews. And I'll give the flames to Glorfindel and Leggy to throw at the Nazgul. Muaha. So don't bother flaming.

When I showed this to my sis, I left for a moment, and when I came back, this is what it said:

Blooper (copyright by my sis):

He grinned devilishly when the rider passed him, the rider not noticing the silent watcher, so deep was he in his thoughts. He appeared to be brooding, by Glorfindel's standards. "GREAT BREATHING

DROWNING MONKEY BOTTOMS!!!!" Shouted the dignified prince. Glorfindel fainted dead away.

Once more, please review!