Wine
The king had ordered me to bring out his finest Dorwinion in preparation for the approaching feast. I and some of my companions had been rolling full kegs out to stand against the wall of the wine cellar since the day before. One of the others, Elros, was on duty with me the evening of the feast in the cellar and we were grumbling jokingly about having to miss the feast. Elros' eyes alighted on one of the kegs and his face lit up.
'Galion,' said he. 'Never has there been a shortage of Thranduil's Dorwinion, and never shall there be. A little will not be missed. Give me your jug.'