Brigid and Greg in Middle-earth
"Celedras," said Lariên, "I've just noticed that your nose is slightly crooked."
"My nose?" said Celedras, blinking. "My nose? I am Noldor,
good Lariên. In Valinor danced I beneath the light of the
Silmarils while the world was young; I have seen the passing of
Númenor and the rise of Sauron; I make my home in the shadow of
Erebor, where I defend man and dwarf alike with my bow and my
woodcraft. And all you think to tell me, is that I have a crooked nose?"
"Well, no," she said, after a moment. "You could use a haircut, too."