"This one likes the look of you," Glorfindel said finally, turning back to Conan, his hand on the trunk of a very nice tree. The branches were well spaced and it looked like the kind of tree that an athletic young man might really enjoy climbing.

"Want to go on up and see where you want to place your talan?" Glorfindel asked. He was already looking around for just the right wood to make the platform with.