The eagle makes a scornful clucking sound, as if doubtful of this logic.
"He is not always so careful with his own person." Landroval notes.

"Come, Landroval, it has been almost a millenia." Glorfindel protests.

"Since the last time. Disaster is well due."

Eagle and elf eye each other pointedly.

"I have heard of wild kine near Dunland, if such would serve." Glorfindel offers, and the eagle bobs, settling his feathers.

"They would be passing fair hunting, to be sure."