Thoroncir takes off his helm, claps the Dwarf on the shoulder with a grin and says, “You struck the blow which began to bring him down to his final rest, dear Gwaelur - well done, my friend, well done! When will these hulking brutes learn not to trifle with you?”
He makes sure that Gilraen is unhurt, and then cleans and sheathes his longsword. He will go a little further west to watch for any other attack while his companions recover their magic arrows.