An elf in light blue clothing and an elderly hobbit come into the Prancing Pony. The elf takes a glass of wine as the hobbit lifts a large tankard. The pair finds a seat near the fire and the elf smiles as the hobbit climbs into his chair.
"I'm glad I'm able to amuse you," Bilbo says.
"You do so constantly," Lindir says. "Are you sure that's not too much beer for such a small man?"
"Hobbits are much better at drinking than your people. I've only seen your people drink beer. Kind of sad you don't appreciate good ale."
"We enjoy beer. However we have much more sophisticated tastes than your people. Wine is a finer drink better suited to our palate."
"You may say that," Bilbo says "but I'll take a good ale any day."
"To each their own."
"I'll drink to that."
"From what I have seen of hobbits it is difficult to stop you from eating or drinking in any situation," Lindir says smiling.
"We just know how to enjoy life. Your people live too long to really know how to do that."
"We do have more chances to do so. But it gives us the chance to create riddles with well hidden answers."
"That is does," Bilbo says. "I quite enjoyed our game in Imladris. Perhaps when we have reached the Shire we may have a contest before you continue west."
"I would greatly enjoy that. Even if we choose not to play ourselves we could ask riddles of your neighbors."
"I am sure they would enjoy the game."
"I hope they are better at answering our riddles than you were," Lindir says. "We don't know how many travelers will be around to help them."
"I think you'll find that youngsters are better at solving riddles than a simple old man."
"I'm looking forward to hearing more of the riddles of your people. Perhaps I will learn some new riddles to tell my own people."
"Many of our riddles have to do with food or farming," Bilbo says. "It might make things harder for someone who hasn't lived a life focused on such things."
"I am happy for the challenge."