#82 Fickle
Galion groaned, resisting the urge to bang his head on the wall. "Galion!" He heard the king bellow once again. This was now the fourth time he had been summoned in less than an hour. For some reason, Thranduil was very fickle with his wine this evening.
First, he asked to try the new wine that was brought in just this morning called Barbera, a red wine with a dry taste. But one sip and spluttered it out demanding to know why they allowed such a horrendous wine – which in his opinion was an insult to wine everywhere – in his realm.
Next, he asked for the Cabernet Fran, wine he took on several occasions, but after three sips, Thranduil decided he didn't care for that either and told Galion to bring him some Burgundy wine, but before he even sipped that he decided he didn't want it and to bring him some Merlot.
Gritting his teeth together, Galion made his way to the throne room carrying a glass of the dark-blue wine. "Yes, my king here is your wine you asked for."
Not even looking at his butler, Thranduil dismissed him. "I have decided I don't want Merlot; I want my Dorwinion."
Galion just gaped at Thranduil.