Disclaimer: Not mine, but Tolkien's
She picked up the book, setting it on the base as tenderly as she once had settled her son.
Only moments later, Sérëdhiel lifted it out of the measuring device and handed it to Eleniel; a slate with notes in her neat hand followed. "This was --"
They turned to the third person in the room, and bowed. "Our thanks, Mistress Bardeth, for the gift of your craft."
Bardeth smiled, and resettled the braids of her beard. "The appreciation of peers is meat and drink to a crafter -- but an ale wouldn't go amiss, either!"