In the depths of the Halls of the Elvenking, an unlikely pair - Galadriel and Galion, the butler, - shared precious moments.
"You are beautiful," he said groggily, "I could caress your voluptuous curves forever, were it not for my rising desire to feel your taste on my tongue, to ram my hard corkscrew into your tight..."
"Galion," she replied, her face flushed from playing with her pearl, "that wine can wait, but I want your other 'corkscrew', now. Look!" The sight of her glistening finger made him oblivious to the noise of shattering glass as he dropped the bottle.