[Anguirel]

OK. A curse on my tentative appeal to people power. I'm out to supper in a minute, and I want the conversation to be more eventful when I do so. I shall try to encourage that process now.

Allow me to remove this brooding, dark red Feanorian toupee I've been wearing, and reveal my long, flowing, golden hair.

Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen!

I would appreciate the help of my hunting comrade. We may then properly assess their claim, among other things.

I defended the Grey Queen for as long as was within my power, and yet mourn her fall more bitterly than tongue can sing. (I did occasionally worry that Mith would think I was patronising for being so sure of her innocence, but fortunately our traditional friendship ensured there was little very odd about it.)

Oh and, finally, no more of this Angu nonsense. My name is Glorfindel, Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. Some people like to call me "The Beloved", though obviously I'm really modest and that totally makes me feel shy.

OK. Get debating, dowdy folk of Aegnor...