To Honour Elbereth Gilthoniel
“What is that?†The elven woman looked at the object on the table.
It looked like an anvil. It was roughly the size of one, too. But it was not made of iron. It consisted of a crumbly, partially blackened substance, and it was covered with something…
“That is a cake,†Nerdanel declared. “To honour the Lady Elbereth for the spring festival. It even has icing on top!â€
The mother knew better than to hug her fierce daughter. But she laid her hand on the elfling’s head in a loving touch. “And what a well-forged cake it is, my dear!â€