Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160531213146/@comment-26444332-20160601001501

A procession of Elves begins to lead the Fellowship down to a quayside, where pale grey boats wait for them. Inside the hull, the paddles are shaped like leaves, and provisions for many days are set.

Celeborn speaks.

'All that can be given in manner of food has been given unto you. Eat the waybread of our people sparingly; it is a gift given unto mortal men little, and rare are those Elf-friend enough to taste it.'