[ She sucks a minute pinprick of breath through her teeth, indescribable perhaps to the human eye, but one that he might pick up. ]

A surprise it is.

[ Elrond’s answer is one that she hoped he wouldn’t say. Tea may have been one of her favourite things in the world, but it didn’t make it any less intimidating trying to pick something for someone who might have wildly different tastes than she did. Any anxiousness is smoothed away with a bat of her eyelashes as she conjures up a selection of teas. Two more teapots materialise on the table alongside the one that’s already there – all perfectly steeped at the right temperature and time. Ferdie had taught her well before their lessons had been cut abruptly short. ]

I picked a couple of blends that are the same as the ones from home – lavender and ginger. And then one from home that I love: an albanian berry blend. But don't let that sway your choice!

[ Surely there had to be one in there that Elrond liked. ]