[He's not just one of the group and it's not fine. The Elf that accosts him almost radiates a bright energy, as if he's something more than the other Elves around him.]

[Glorfindel is not like Elrond or the others. Ages ago, he led his people away from the Elven city of Gondolin as it fell to the forces of Morgoth. Then he successfully killed a powerful balrog and his body was broken as it dragged him off a cliff as it fell.]

[After his soul waited for a time in the Halls of Mandos, the Valar gave him a new body and returned him to life as something stronger. Like Kevin, he died, and like Kevin, Glorfindel rose again.]

[Perhaps it is his brush with death that makes him perceive Kevin is like him, someone who died and was brought back, but he also senses that perhaps he came back...wrong.]

Hold. There is an evil air about you, as if the dust of the grave clings to you. [He draws his sword but does not attack yet. He's alarmed yes, but he's not cruel.] I can sense a beast within you, a hunger for blood like that of Sauron's servant of old, Thuringwethil.

You are no ordinary man and yet you come here with those who are rumored to be the saviors of this land and the many beyond it. You truly were chosen to stand with them?