*arrives in his suit and tie, carrying a pint-sized bouquet of flowers and whistling an old, old Hall of Fire song* (*somehow, visiting with your folks always brings up all those old memories--almost like being back in the valley again*)
*upon being shown in, clears his throat slightly and offers you a very courtly bow* My Lady Arwen. *smiles!* It was very nice of you to invite me. I hope I'm not too late?