"Keep it." Declares Glorfindel, magnanimously. "As momento of your first battle here. Besides, if I am to call on your help again, it will help if you have armor you are used to."

He bows as well, a far more graceful gesture than the one Sallyn managed.
"May the stars of Elbereth light your path, Spoon of the Yorkshire."

Alright, so maybe he doesn't quite understand how England is carved up. The sentiment is right.