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Glorfindel as a Doctor Who companion!

For

varadia, who provides the crack as always.

He was entirely too violent. That was the problem.
"... Is there a reason everyone ran screaming just a moment ago?" He asked one afternoon, his hands stuffed in his pockets, to his companion who was lazily lounging on what was once a rebel barricade.
"I suppose they have never seen a proper sword before." His companion answered glibly, and made no further explanation. The Doctor already knew better than to try to enforce a no-sword rule - he'd lost that battle two days into this strange partnership.

Or perhaps it was the utter, almost egotistical self-confidence.
"That is not how you deactivate a bomb." He shouted, exasperated, but the gleaming blue eyes staring back at him did not even blink.
"It did work." And his companion was right - hacked into bits, there wasn't enough wiring left together to set off the charge.
"... Come on." He sighed, admitting defeat. "We still have to stop the invasion. And No Swords!"

It could be the way those blue eyes could echo back the same bewildered, echoing agony of being alone in the universe.
"Are you alright?" He asked, finding his companion staring into the fire in the library, his usually cheerfully animated features drawn and pale.
"... As I will ever be." His companion replied with an air of finality that discouraged further discussion, even from him.

Either way, this companionship won't work.
"Doctor, the slime monster..."
"Trostlaforian."
"Trostlaforian then, it is getting away. If you are finished staring through walls, perhaps you would care to help hunt it down?"

But somehow, if neither of them admits it, it works anyway.
"I was not staring through walls, I was considering our next move, and we are not hunting it down. Put that sword away, Glorfindel."