'And his captians Ecthelion and Glorfindel guarded the flanks to right and left.' Of The Fifth Battle, Sim Paper back edition, pg. 231
'Then dreadful was their plight, and hardly would they have been saved by the valour of yellow-haired Glorfindel, chief of the house of the Golden Flower of Gondolin, had not Thorondor come timely to their aid.
Many are the songs that have been sung of the dual of Glorfindel and the Balrog upon the pinnacle of rock in that high place; and both fell into the abyss.....
Then Thorondor bore up Glorfindel's body out of the abyss, and they buried him in a mound of stones beside the pass; and a green turf came there, and yellow flowers bloomed upon it amid the barrenness of stone, until the world was changed.
'and for Glorfindel the beloved many were the songs they sang,' Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin, same edition, pg. 293
The Lays of Beleriand
'How Glorfindel the golden in the gap of the Eagles battled with the Balrog and both were slained; One like flash of fire from fanged rock, and one like bolted thunder black was smitten, to the dreadful deep digged by Thornsir.'
The Book of Lost Tales Two
'There stood the house of the Golden Flower who bare a rayed sun upon their shield, and their chief Glorfindel bare a mantel so broidered in threads of gold that it was diapered with celandin as a field in spring, and his arms were damascened with cunning gold.' Paper back edition of Tales, The Fall of Gondolin, pgs. 174-175
'and golden Glorfindel and Ecthelion of the voice of music.' same edition, The Fall of Gondolin, pg. 176
The Lord of the Rings; Fellowship of the Ring
Paper back; 1994 edition
'The light faded, and the leaves on the bushes rustled softly. Clearer and nearer now the bells jingled, and the clippety-clip came the quick trotting feet. Suddenly into view below came a white horse, gleaming in the shadows, running swiftly. In the dusk, its headstall flickered and flashed, as if it were studded with gems like living stars. The rider's cloak streamed behind him, and his hood was thrown back; his golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his spped. To Frodo it appeared that a white light was shining through the form and raiment of the rider, as if through a thin veil.......
When he saw Strider, he dismounted and ran to meet him, calling out: Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen! His speech and clear ringing voice left no doubt in ther hearts: the rider was of the Elven-folk.' Flight to the Ford, pg. 204
"This is Glorfindel, who dwells in the house of Elrond," said Strider.
"Hail, and well met at last!" said the Elf-lord to Frodo. "I was sent from Rivendell to look for you. We feared that you were in danger upon the road."
"Then Gandalf has reached the Rivendell?" cried Frodo joyfully.
"No. He had not when I departed; but that was nine days ago," answered Glorfindel. "Elrond recieved news that troubled him. Some of my kindred, journeying in your land beyond the Baranduin, learned that things were amiss, and sent messages swiftly as they could. They said that the Nine were abroad, and that you were astray bearing a great burden without guardiance, for Gandalf had not returned. There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine; as such as there were, Elrond sent out north, west, and south. It was thought that you might turn far aside to avoid pursuit, and become lost in the Wilderness."
"It was my lot to take the Road, and I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel, and left a token there, nigh on seven days ago. Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge; but they withdrew and I pursued them westward. I came also upon two others; but they turned southward. Since then I have searched for your trail. Two days ago I found it, and followed it over the Bridge; and today I marked where you you descended from the hills again. But come! There is no time for further news. Since you are here we must risk the peril of the Road and go. There are five behind us, and when they find your trail upon the Road they will ride after us like the wind. And they are not all. Where the other four may be, I do not know. I fear that we may find the Ford is already held against us." FTTF pgs. 204-205
'Glorfindel caught Frodo as he sank to the ground, and taking him gently in his arms he looked in his face with grave anxiety.
Briefly Strider told of the attack on their camp under Weathertop, and of the deadly knife. He drew out the hild, which he had kept, and handed it to the Elf. Glorfindel shuddered as he took it, but he looked itently at it.
"There are evil things written on this hild," he said, "though maybe your eyes cannot see them. Keep it, Aragorn, till we reach the house of Elrond! But be wary, and handle it as little as you may! Alas! the wounds of this weapon are beyond my skill to heal. I will do what I can-but all the more do I urge you now to go without rest." FTTF pg.205
"You shall ride my horse," said Glorfindel. "I will shorten the stirrups up to the saddle-skirts, and you must sit as tight as you can. But you need not fear: my horse will not let any rider fall that I command him to bear. His pace is light and smooth; and if danger presses too near, he will bear you away with a speed that even the black steeds of the enemy cannot rival."
"No, he will not!" said Frodo. "I shall not ride him, if I am to be carried off to Rivendell or anywhere else, leaving my friends behind in danger."
Glorfindel smiled. "I doubt very much," he said, "if your friends would be in danger if you were not with them! The pursuit would follow you and leave us in peace, I think. It is you, Frodo, and that which you bear that brings us all in peril." FTTF pg. 206
'One moment Glorfindel turned and listened, then he sprang forward with a loud cry.
"Fly!" he called. "Fly! The enemy is upon us!" FTTF pg.207
"Ride on! Ride on!" cried Glorfindel, and then loud and clear he called to the horse in elf-tongue: noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!' FTTF pg. 208
"I thought that I saw a white figure that shone and did not grow dim like the others. Was that Glorfindel then?"
"Yes, you saw him for a moment as he is upon the other side; one of the mighty of the Firstborn. He is an Elf-lord of a house of princes. Indeed there is a power in Rivendell to withstand the might of Mordor, for a whil; and elsewhere other powers still dwell." Frodo and Gandalf, Many Meetings pg. 217
"Caught between fire and water, and seeing an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath, they were dismayed, and their horses were strieken with madness." Gandalf, MM, pg. 218
'Glorfindel was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and keen, and his voice like music; on his brow sat wisdom, and in his hand was strength.' MM pg. 220
"But in any case," said Glorfindel, "to send the Ring to him would only postpone the day of evil. He is far away. We could not now take it back to him, unguessed, unmarked by any spy. And even if we could, soon or late the Lord o fthe Rings would learn of its hiding place and would bend all his power towards it. Could that power be defied by Bombadil alone? I think not. I think that in the end, if all else is conquered, Bombadill will fall. Last as he was First; and then Night will come." The Council of Elrond pg. 259
"Then if the Ring cannot be kept from him for ever by strength," said Glorfindel, "two things only remain for us to attempt: to send it over the Sea, or to destory it." TCOE pg. 259
"Then," said Glorfindel, "let us cast it into the deeps, and so make the lies of Saruman come true. For it is clear now that even at the Council his feet were already on a crooked path. He knew that the Ring was not lost for ever, but wished us to think so; for he began to lust for it for himself. Yet oft in lies truth is hidden: in the Sea it would be safe." TCOE pg. 259
"Yet all the Elves are willing to endure this chance," said Glorfindel, "if by it the power of Sauron may be broken, and the fear of his dominion be taken away for ever." TCOE pg. 262
"Even if you choose for us an elf-lord, such as Glorfindel, he could not storm the Dark Tower, nor open the road to the Fire by the power that is in him." Gandalf, The Ring Goes South, pg. 269