Muttering and mumblin'

After our brave little hero and his lovely cousin Amorey, managed to gather the courage to speak with the elven lord "mister Khalis", about the the severe matter of polution in the forest, (specifically trollish bathtubs throw near the road) the few hobbits at the elven party mumbled to one another about the more obvious subjects of the evening:

"Where is the waitress?!"

"There's no bar here!"

and ofcourse , "Fiddlechips, there's a lot of elves here!"