"They are, very much so - a very proud and polite kind." Glorfindel agrees, beckoning her towards the closest section of the city wall that rings this section of city. Solemnly, he raises his hand as if to hail the giant bird.

Or to hail it in truth, because almost before he makes the gesture, the eagle turns, banking sharply back towards the city.

"Do remember the thing about politeness, I'm not sure I know this one." He murmurs, sounding pleased.