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My thanks go to Anie, who is always there to give a hand and helped me shape these up.
3. Of Balrogs
A storm was brewing on Glorfindel's face. And every time his gaze fell on the small arrow in his hands, a thunder could almost be seen in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he pictured himself relaxing in his study, a sparkling fire in his hearth and the beautiful vista from his balcony. Shortly before reaching his door, though, a young elven scribe passed him by, almost breaking at a run at his sight.
An elegant eyebrow shot skywards in surprise.
A few moments later, an elven wail echoed across Imladris' halls.
"Where is a Balrog when you need one?"