*groans sympathetically* Poor Celebrían. Here she thought she'd finally get a decent meal into the man.
Gil-galad told his staff they couldn't turn their backs on him as they left a room. *a fresh wave of snickering hitting her* A couple of them actually believed him. *gives an exaggerated bow-and-scrape, no small feat from a sitting position* This one poor girl backed into a priceless vase and shattered it into a million pieces.