Glorfindel was confused. Unicorns were shiny and exotic and he was shiny and exotic- they should love him! But instead every time he approached one to try to herd it with the group and help out, the unicorns didn't seem that inclined to listen or stay around him. He yelped as one started to look as if it was going to charge him. Sure he could take it down easily with his sword but it would be a pity to harm such a lovely creature.

He didn't know about the whole virgin thing but it figured that just after he finally got married would be the day he encountered unicorns.

"Come on! I just want to be your friend!" the Elf called after the last unicorn, huffing with frustration. He was already thinking about the bridle with bells and shiny things that he could get a unicorn mount but this plan wasn't working out as he envisioned.

"I think someone else may need to approach them, I don't think they like me," he finally admitted with a sigh, bowing his head.