Legolas, Elrond, Arwen, and Glorfindel are gathered in the Hall of fire. They're having a mindless babble to each other in their own tongue, while the hobbit Frodo speaks with his Uncle Bilbo, who just entered.
Legolas: [Looks around] Very passable, isn't it? Very passable.
All: Right, all right.
Glorfindel: Good glass of Miruvor, ain't just that, sire?
Elrond: Oh, you're right there, Glor.
Glorfindel: Right.
Legolas: Who would have thought, three hundred years ago, we'd all be sitting here drinking this kind of Miruvor, eh?
All: Aye, aye.
Arwen: Them days we were glad to have the price of a cup of tea.
Glorfindel: Right! A cup of cold tea!
Arwen: Right!
Legolas: Without milk or sugar!
Elrond: Or tea!
Arwen: In a cracked cup and all.
Legolas: Oh, we never used to have a cup in the forest! We used to have to drink out of rolled-up oak leaves!
Glorfindel: The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Elrond: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.
Arwen: Because we were poor, father!
Elrond: Right!
Arwen: My old dad used to say to me: "Money doesn't bring you happiness, my dear girl!"
Legolas: He was right!
Elrond: Yes, of course I was right! I always am!
Legolas: I was happier then and I had nothing! Young elves these days… they don't know they're born. We used to live in this tiny old tumbled-down house with great big holes in the roof, and huddle around a pile of fossilized Balrog poo for warmth. And we'd like it too.
Glorfindel: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling into the pit of Khazad-Dum.
Elrond: You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in the corridor!
Arwen: Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor in Lórien father! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old well in a field. We'd all wake up every morning by having a load of stagnant water dumped all over us! House, huh!
Legolas: Well, when I say a house, it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of cloth, but it was a house to us!
Glorfindel: We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!
Elrond: You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Arwen: A cardboard box?
Elrond: Aye!
Arwen: You were lucky! With granny we lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a swamp! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the healing homes, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for a shilling a week, and when we got home, our gran would thrash us to sleep with her belt!
Glorfindel: Luxury! We used to have to get up out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at healing homes, for half a shilling every month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Elrond: Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at healing homes for four pence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!
Legolas: Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down healing homes and pay owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad Thranduil would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Blessed Eru!
Arwen: Aah. And you trying to tell the mortal people of today that, and they won't believe you!
All: No, no they won't!