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We all toasted Paul with a fragrant golden draught poured from an elven flask. Sue had spent some hours refining a secret blend for the occasion that seemed to change color depending on the light.
"Pippin afterwards recalled little of either food or drink, for his mind was filled with the light upon the elf-faces, and the sound of voices so various and so beautiful that he felt in a waking dream. But he remembered that there was bread, surpassing the savour of a fair white loaf to one who is starving; and fruits sweet as wildberries and richer than the tended fruits of gardens; he drained a cup that was filled with a fragrant draught, cool as a clear fountain, golden as a summer afternoon."
--from Three Is Company, Fellowship of the Ring |
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This year, when we parted, each person received a travel packet created by Chris with a small flask of the same drink, along with some lembas and a little box of special salt with herbs cooked up by Day.
"[Sam] still hopefully carried some of his gear in his pack: a small tinder-box, two small shallow pans, the smaller fitting into the larger; inside them a wooden spoon, a short two-pronged fork and some skewers were stowed; and hidden in the bottom of the pack in a flat wooden box a dwindling treasure, some salt."
--from Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit, Two Towers |
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" ‘I thought it was only a kind of cram, such as the Dalemen make for journeys in the wild’, said the Dwarf.
‘So it is,’ [the elves] answered. ‘But we call it lembas or waybread, and it is more strengthening than any food made by Men, and it is more pleasant than cram, by all accounts...’ ‘... One will keep a traveller on his feet for a day of long labour, even if he be one of the tall Men of Minas Tirith.’ "
--from Farewell to Lorien, Fellowship of the Ring |
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