Legolas thanks her, and leaves the Bar humming a cheerful tune, a bowl of steaming venison-and-vegetable soup in one of his long hands with a hunk of crusty bread and butter patty on a plate in the other.

He breaks off humming as he sits, setting down his food and refilling his Dorwinion slightly, grinning at Wellard. "She is a wonder, your Bar. The Dwarves would be most jealous."