A/N: Here we are again! Please bare with my slow writing...I just couldn't figure out what to do. Please forgive me for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta.

Also, this is my very first try at action or sword fighting, so please don't mind any mistakes. So sorry for how short this chapter is. Hopefully the next one will be longer.

Also, just wanted to note, all conversations between Glorfy and Leggy are in Elvish.

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.

Change of POV

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The Balrog Slayer Rides Again

Chapter 2

Glorfindel and Legolas quickly scrambled behind a thick and overgrown cluster of shrubs.

As the Rider drew near, the very earth seemed to tense. The air seemed to thin. The two elves sat erect, seemingly breathing in fear. The forest was unnaturally silent. The two elves did not dare say a word, for an evil only second to Sauron himself was drawing near.

The hoof-beats were getting louder, the silence deafening.

Legolas looked to Glorfindel for help. If the Wraith found them, they would certainly be unable to defeat it. From the looks of things, this might very well be the case. But he knew that no matter what, they wouldn't go down without a fight.

The Rider slowed to where they were, sensing something unnatural for mere animals: Defiance. Very rarely was the Wraith opposed, and certainly never by the forest animals that dwelt in this area. No, he could almost smell the elves, silently searching for shelter against the Wraith. Defiantly waiting for him to provoke them.

When Glorfindel heard the horse stop, he tensed. He knew the Rider could sense them. It was a dangerous game from here out. He mentally sighed, realizing he had of yet to find the halflings and Estel. But, at the moment, there were more pressing matters. He also realized the Wraith had as good as found them, he just had of yet to attack them.

Startling Legolas out of his muse, Glorfindel stood up and earned a very worried and annoyed glare from Legolas. He ignored it and proceeded heading towards the camp he had sought shelter in the night before. He hurriedly started the fire back up, and made sure Legolas was following him. He noticed Legolas looked more than a little nervous and tense.

"Don't you trust me Leg'ls?" He asked quietly and innocently, earning a half-hearted smile from Legolas at using the twin's old nickname for him.

The moment of mirth was gone when they heard the heavy thud of metal-clad feet.

He picked up a piece of burning firewood and silently unsheathed his sword. Legolas did the same. Glorfindel had known from the start that there was a very little chance of them escaping, but at the same time he questioned is own logic.

What was he thinking?

Glorfindel had many questions running through his mind, but they quickly disappeared when he saw the Wraith, cloaked in black and holding a menacing sword.

Glorfindel felt Legolas beside him go tense with fear. He felt the fear emanating off of the Wraith as well, but he had faced Wraiths before, and they had not intimidated him then, and now he had a few more millennia of experience on him. He started feeling rather giddy... Since when had Wraiths had that effect...?

Legolas, though his elvish pride would not let him admit it, was afraid.

He was also rather irritated at the arrogant elf-lord beside him, for he knew that the Vanyar's stubborn pride would not let them back down.

Legolas gripped his elven blades tightly, and forced away his irritation and fear.

He heard Glorfindel murmur part of an absurd song that the twins had made up long ago (they had changed the last line under recent events to entertain the Hobbits).

"Here approaches the nasty thing,

We shall sing and make the thing

Tremble with fear and leave the Ring."

If Legolas had questioned Glorfindel's sanity before, he was sure he had lost it now. He raised a questioning eyebrow as the Wraith raised it's sword.

He was slightly awed as he watched Glorfindel and the Wraith entwined in their deadly dance. He knew he should help Glorfindel, but he could not get himself to move.

Finally he pulled himself out of his shock as the Wraith took advantage of Glorfindel's momentary weakness and slashed at Legolas.

The Wraith was an extremely adept with his sword, and Glorfindel was hard-pressed to keep up. They fought for what felt like hours until the Wraith knocked his sword out of his hands. Glorfindel was expecting the Wraith to slash down at any moment now. Glorfindel attempted to regain his sword, and did with all the speed he was famed for. But, as he looked up, a horrible sight met his eyes.

TBC...

A/N: DUN DUN DUN DUN!!! Ok! Don't kill me...

If my action writing is as awful as it seems to me, perhaps, for the many of you who have seen TPM, you could imagine the fight scene between Darth Maul, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. That's what I was partially imagining...

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