Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote it, PJ gave his version – Kortirion wants to stretch the boundaries a bit.
Elrond, mighty lord of Imladris, came near to meeting his match. Whirling to focus on the upstart who defied him, he frowned, gathering his strength, preparing for battle. His astute mind considered the possible outcomes for many results of the coming contest. Dark eyes narrowed as he sort to relax his shoulders, knowing too stiff a posture would make his response imperfect in the face of this challenge. His lips pressed to a thin line as he clenched his jaw, gathering his strength of will...
" ’ere! If Mr Frodo goes – I go too!"
...not to laugh at Sam’s angry face.