It wasn't HIS sword, that he'd had since he'd been returned to life 4860 years previously, but it was...okay. Glorfindel swept it up in an arc with his left hand, clipping the jaw and part of the nose with it.

It roared and lashed out with one massive paw, which he didn't quite manage to dodge, but he did manage to let the momentum spin him rather than fling him into a wall. Walls hurt, this just left him a little dizzy and more than a little breathless. "Think...I made...it mad!"