Elves do not giggle, so Rae will simply have to find some other descriptor for what Glorfindel does in response. He does, however, also nudge Asfaloth off the road, beneath the cover of the overarching trees. The horse delicately picks his way between tree roots and upthrust stones, until they reach a clearing partially encircled by a low tumbling stone wall.

"We shall stay here, for the night - and if you wait, I can find what tonight's dinner may be."