Glofindel eyed the sink with some suspicion. Ah, it was like a mini water pump. He turned one knob until water emerged, then grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up. It was quite hot, which he hadn't expected, but after the balrog, heat never bothered him.

He returned to the greens and checked the knife. It was...passible, but could clearly use sharpening. "How large do you want the pieces," he asked. He hated to bother the cook who was making such delicious smells, but better to ask before he made an error, than after.