"'Hang on, Frodo!'
Glorfindel slammed the rudder left into a snap-roll,
then jumped his throttle full forward. Searing bolts
of energy streaked past as Frodo whistled and bleeped
in protest. He grabbed the comm.
'I've got five on me, Angels 10K!'
There was no answer. His proximity indicator flashed
as the nearest Wraith closed in. He attempted a quick
Talon roll, but three more closed the gap and dove in
on his six. Trapped.
Pulling right to continue the loop, he noticed a glint
of sunlight in the distance. Frodo let out a low whistle.
Seeing no other choice, Glorfindel slammed throttle
full, with all five Wraiths in hot pursuit. The River
was just ahead."