Glorfindel was an avid taxidermist.

He had every known creature of Middle-earth in his collection. All except one.

"Frodo," he said brightly as he escorted the hobbit through his display rooms. "Let me introduce you to my friends. Now this is a horse - Asfaloth's sire, this is a baby oliphaunt, this is a warg…"

"You have an elf? A-and a man?"

"Ah, this is Nimrodel; dear lass. And here is Arathorn, Aragorn's sire."

"I-impressive."

"But you see, Frodo, I am missing a creature."

"And what is that?"

Glorfindel bent down and eagerly looked the hobbit in the eyes. "You."