Briseis, though, had no idea in the world what Turgon was doing, nor would she have disapproved if she had. Most people took whatever they would without any sort of payment whatsoever, even of the symbolic sort. She looked up at the Elf, his ears and height giving him away, and clasping her hands a little, nervously.
She had heard such tales of elves - and the tales frightened her. Maedhros did not scare her, for he was kind and good and protected her, despite the tales. But what if this person was one of the bad ones? But he did not look bad. No, indeed! There was kindness in his eyes.
But why did they have to be so tall?
She gave him a half-smile and bowed deeply.
"Good day, sir. Are you having a good day shopping?"