[Finiel]

“Well, I didn’t know that there are still gentlemen living in this earth. Thank you for the seat Master Derufin,” Sarah said sipping her cup of tea after blowing some smoke-rings into the air.
“What brought me here you ask? Nothing actually. I am traveling from Gondor to visit my cousins in the north when I discovered this little inn,” she said as the man drank his ale.
“What about you, what’s your story?” she asked and then ordered another cup of tea. The room now got a bit of foggy with the two smoking and as Sarah blew a rather large smoke-ring it floated to the newly arrived elves. Embarrassed that her smoke-ring disturbed an elf-maiden’s hair, which was black as night and shines like a newly polished shoe (pardon me for the analogy), she apologized for her clumsiness. The elf smiled in return.

Then she faced Derufin again and noticed that he was a bit dusty and rugged compared to the squeaky clean elves by the bar.
“You do need a little bath you know. But the dirt gives you character,” she said in jest as the man laughed at her statement.