Proper Thanks
Frodo came to stand next to the tall, blonde elf he remembered from Rivendell. Nay, before that, at Trollshaws. Glorfindel still stood proud, and there was a smile on his face. 'As there should be,' he thought. Middle-earth had been made right again, and Aragorn was a newly married man.
"How fares the ring-bearer?" came Glorfindel's deep voice as he sat down to look better at Frodo.
"I'm well, thank you," Frodo replied. Glorfindel smiled and looked away, but Frodo gained his attention again.
"Yes, Master Frodo?"
"You saved my life on the road to Rivendell. I forgot to give you proper thanks."