Glorfindel nodded seriously. He knew what kind of attack it was considered. "To be honest, what I have been fighting since the Two Trees were extinguished is the Discordant Evil and his Apprentice, and...you didn't ever want to give them a break. Their troops...they were made up of..." he stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then looked Piccolo straight in the eye. "Morgoth tortured and twisted his prisoners and made them into orcs, creatures loyal to him, filled with hate for any living thing, and vicious and cruel. The only way to stop them...the only way to save their souls, was to kill them. But if you dropped your guard, they would not stop until you were the one dead...or worse."

He took a deep breath. "That is my background. That is why I walk so silently that I have to ring a bell, by hand, that I wear at my waist in order to not sneak up on people on the Train. I will work on making a version of this that is more visible for when we fight honorable enemies, but," he shook his head, "I will not consider this anything less than a success."