*sees all of this the moment before it happens, but this body's reaction time is woefully slow* Oh, for— *gets a faceful of wall* Ow.
*relaxes his body, though he could scream with simple frustration* I'm not armed. *his brain (well, his thoughts, anyway) already working through centuries of military training, and everything he's ever learned about disarming a larger, stronger opponent (not that he's had to face larger opponents all that often, and definitely not a lot who were stronger, but hey—shit happens)* Listen. To. Me.
*twists a little to the left, shoves with one hip just so, sweeps a leg and grabs your arm and wrenches, hard (and dammit, that hurts), and all of it happens so fast that even he is a little surprised when he sees you on your back*
*already gasping for breath* He's in horrible shape. You're stronger. You'll wear me down within a minute, two at the most. Listen to me. He can't do what I just did. I'm glad you're going through the right channels here, but I don't have time to screw around, so let me talk to Glorfindel.