"Eru forgive me! They must not suffer because of my weakness," he howled in impotent fury. "We must find a way to stop this public trial. Would that I had never seen Ningloriel! May that accursed hecilo harvest the fruition of his grief. I hope he ends up in Dol Guldur!"

At this pronouncement Glorfindel leaped to his feet again, not truly believing his ears as he approached Elrond with speed and power usually reserved for beheading Orcs, landing a solid blow upon the Elf Lord's face that sent him sprawling into the dirt.."