"Don't...die, got it," Glorfindel said with a grin. Come on, this thing wasn't even half the threat of a Balrog. He was already healing from the slap it gave him.

He'd already sacrificed his last spear, so he only had one thing to distract it. Himself. "Hey!" He called out to the sharkbear, and held up his hand which was also glowing, brighter and brighter. "Over here, Mark!"