Glorfindel seems saddened by the taking of trophies. He still remembers seeing an army of orcs marching towards him, the body of a former friend being used as a banner.

But he doesn't argue. He has lost that fight to the twins often enough. He will know it is time to sail when they stop taking trophies of any kind.

"Then let us see about getting you home." He knows the twins will not miss him for a few minutes, and the rangers are more concerned about their injured man. He angles off towards the small stand of trees they emerged from some hours ago.