Laughing, Glorfindel nodded. "Just our luck they would finally have the incentive to manage to get one of the windows open." He reached for the container of flour and pulled it out. "Want to get a bowl out?"

[Exactly! Cheese Doriath, perhaps?]

"I wish I'd gotten to meet him. When I returned to Middle-Earth, it was just after Sauron had forged his Ring." He shook his head at the loss of all that talent.