Glorfindel smiles and turns Curufin himself, and walks along side him. "We can walk and talk. We're quite good at it by now, wouldn't you think?" he asks, laughing a little.

He nodded. "When we faced down the Witch King, we were up against an enormous army. In order to keep up the moral of our troops, and to prevent the orcs from sneaking in under the cover of darkness, I was using my powers day and night throughout the fight and during the rout after, once the Nazgul had fled. I...you know how the eldest of the elves as they grow more attuned to the Song start to...well, look like this? At the time, I had used my powers so much that I was losing touch with my corporeal form."

"Mithrandir...I don't know if you are familiar with him under that name? One of the Maiar posing as Wizards; he came and helped me get myself straightened out." He sighed. It had taken time, though. He hoped it would not take as long this time.