“Ecthelion is obviously the greater of the two—four balrogs defeated in one day, Gothmog among them,” argued Orodreth.
Galadriel shook her head. “He had aid from his soldiers, and Glorfindel fought his balrog alone, on the side of a cliff no less.”
It was then that their elder brother spoke, his annoyance unmasked. “Is it simply the size of the beasts that makes them heroes?”
“It has a lot to do with it,” admitted Orodreth.
“If I recall, one of them drowned, and the other fell, neither was actually wounded by their foe.” When neither answered, he continued with, “Allow me to remind you, it was I who slayed a werewolf, without shield, without sword, bare hands and teeth alone.”
The discussion abruptly ended.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Finrod; Galadriel, Orodreth