So tighten your belts and think with hope of the tables of Elrond's house!
The Fellowship Of The Ring
Elrond's Table
"Well Sam, what do you think of Master Elrond's table?" Aragorn asked, popping an interesting looking pie on Sam's plate.
"I reckon I haven't seen a spread like this since Mr Bilbo's leavin' party." He collected a tiny cucumber sandwich, then another because there weren't more 'an a mouthful in elven sandwiches.
Aragorn grinned, selecting a delicate strawberry tart for his own plate, its circumference a froth of whipped cream. Sam's eyes widened and he added one to his own, already groaning plate.
He could see why Mr Bilbo liked it here but Sam missed his own kitchen. The food here was good but they didn't go in much for ballast. About now he could devour a meat and tater pie with a good thick crust and lots of gravy.
He returned to his place at the little table set up especially for the hobbits. "When do you reckon we'll be settin' out, Mr Frodo?"
His master smiled weakly. "I don't know, Sam and I'm not altogether sure I want to."
Sam popped a sandwich into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Elves had all the time in the world but it's the job soonest begun that's soonest finished, his gaffer said.
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