"Not only have they Dorwinion," Glorfindel drawls, waving over one of the rats, "They have vintage from 3248, which I believe is a particular favorite of the royal court, though the last of in your father's cellars is most likely going sour, if it still exists."

The rat, taking the hint (and the coin Glorfindel has made appear from thin air), scurries off to get that particular vintage.