The Re-embodied Elf

"They say this was one of the first place to receive fresh supplies after the siege, even before the Stewart's house." Glorfindel grins. The barliman doesn't bother finding out what the elf and his companion are here for - Glorfindel's dragged enough people here that he knows the pattern. Soon, two of the promised meat pies are left on their table by a harried-looking barmaid, along with a mug of ale and a glass of wine.