A/N: Here I am again! Hope I didn't take too long to update! I just wanted to note, in case I haven't already mentioned all conversations between Glorfindel and Legolas are in Elvish. Sorry about how short this chapter is.

Change of POV

Thoughts are in italics.

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Elven Script: Thanks your kind reviews! They help me get through my chapters!

starlit jewel: Yes, I'm happily still alive! But I'm afraid Glorfindel might get hurt in later chapters...Glorfindel mutters under his breath Ah, yes...My geography is a bit off, terribly sorry...Let's just assume Legolas was taking the scenic route around Rivendell... When I said in the first chapter, "He Legolas appeared to be brooding," I was meaning his sad news of Gollum's escape, and the death or capture of his fellow comrades. It's somewhere in The Council of Elrond... Anyway I'll try to make the rest of my stories more geographically correct.

Grumpy: Yes, we all must worry about Glorfindel's sanity from time to time;) Glorfindel threateningly glares and unsheathes knives Oh dear. backs away slowly No need for excessive use of violence!

Seeing-spots: Glorfindel rocks! Oh yeah. I'm leaving this mostly up to your imagination though.

Now on with the story!

The Balrog Slayer Rides Again

Chapter 3

Legolas unfroze and moved as quickly as he could to get out of the way of the Nazgul's offending blow. But even his Elvish reflexes were not fast enough to save him.

First, he felt shocked as the metal dug through the skin on his forearm. Second he felt pain. Overwhelming pain that hit him in an excruciating wave.

He tried to move, but the Nazgul's poison had quickly limited his amount of movement.

The black breath of the Wraith hit him. He barely registered the shock on Glorfindel's face before blacking out.

Glorfindel felt sick as he watched Legolas crumple under the effects of the black breath. He quickly regained the offensive and struck back with vengeance.

Glorfindel knew he needed to end this fight quickly. For what felt like ages, Glorfindel worked to maneuver the Wraith close to the fire.

He grabbed a flaming log quicker than the eye could follow and thrust it into the Wraith. It's screech left Glorfindel stunned and deafened for a few moments as he watched the retreating back of the Nazgul.

Glorfindel, still feeling rather dazed, hurried over to the young prince's side. Surprisingly, there was very little blood seeping out of the deep gash in Legolas' arm.

"Have you ever managed the journey to Rivendell without hurting yourself?" Glorfindel murmured rather incredulously.

Of course, there had been that one time, a few thousand years ago, when he had managed it through the gate unharmed. But, of course, Elladan had been practicing archery (without permission) for one of the first times. Legolas had been immediately rushed to the Houses of Healing. Not the best first impression you could get of Imaldris and the twins, but for some reason, Legolas and Elladan had always been very good friends. It always left Glorfindel amazed how young ones so readily forgave. And then, all the other times when he came out unharmed and it was someone else who was suffering from a wound.

As if his thoughts had summoned him, Elladan and Elrohir appeared, startling Glorfindel out of his memories.

"Are you just going to sit there, Fin?" Elladan asked tauntingly, though with great concern written across his fair features.

"Why is he unconscious...?" Elrohir asked, searching for a more evident wound.

"Morgul blade. Black breath." Glorfindel cursed in Dwarvish, Elvish and even in some orcish he had picked up in his vast travels.

Elladan raised an eyebrow. In any other situation, Glorfindel losing his calm might have been humorous. But, in the light of the current situation, he knew it was a serious matter.

"We'll take him to Rivendell. You go look for our Hobbit friends and Estel. They'll need help." Elrohir offered.

Elladan did not look too pleased, as he had just been able to coax permission to leave out of their father, but agreed anyway because he knew that the poison would take action very quickly.

"Alright." Glorfindel answered, already mounting his horse. He sped off without a word.

"What will father say now?" Elrohir murmured.

Elladan grinned, but was actually asking himself the same question.

Glorfindel rode on quickly for an hour, trying to regain some of the time he had lost. When he sensed his horse tiring, he slowed down to a moderate pace, searching for clues as to where Aragorn could be. Unfortunately, Glorfindel himself had trained the young ranger, and he knew how to hide all too well.

He searched long and fruitlessly for three hours, until he felt danger approaching. Glorfindel stopped Asfaloth and dismounted quickly.

He then felt the earth quiver, as if some great force was shaking the ground.

Glorfindel climbed a tree as quickly and silently as the elves were famed for. What he saw did not ease his mind.

"I have no time for this." Glorfindel muttered and cursed as he saw the troll approaching.

He readied his bow and prepared for the battle. Trolls were dim-witted creatures, but they had brute strength and force to oppose him.

He loosed an arrow and let it fly.

A/N: Trolls! I had to put them in there. They're so adorable. Lol!

The next chapter may take a week or so before I post because I have lots to do, but if I get nice reviews it might take less time! : D