Elenwë looked over at the man who sat down near her, and nodded in the way she had seen men do. They did not bow so much here, which was strange to her, but it was not strange for customs to change over so much distance and so much time.
"Good evening," she said, taking a sip of her beer and setting it back on the counter. Her thick black hair covered her ears for the most part (although the points would occasionally poke through), but her - his - whole body glowed with an inner light that was unmistakable.