Picture albums.

Arwen gave a small smile to Mr. Jones, ready to leave. But just when she was about to, she caught the sight of a glass jar on one of the shelves, right beside a stack of few books. She could see silver star shapes shining there. 

"What's that?" she asked intrigued.

Before Mr. Jones could answer her, she already walked to the shelf, raising her hand to get the jar. But her height couldn't match up. She turned to look around once. Finding the chair on the side, she dragged it to the shelf before climbing up to get the jar down. 

"Madam," the butler called in panic, adding, "Please be careful. The chair isn't at its best, you will hurt yourself." 

"Don't worry, Mr. Jones," Arwen spoke with a smile. "I will be careful." Saying that, she climbed up the chair and was finally able to get her hands on the jar.