Thranduil poured the wine into a goblet of clear crystal and lifted it towards the sun streaming through the window. Light shone through the wine, glowing a pure dark ruby red. It carried a scent of blackberries and summer, reminding him of long hot days and warm nights. He swirled the wine in the glass and then took a careful sip. The wine tasted of fruit and sunshine, with a soft hint of cinnamon.
Finally he nodded, smiling. “It is good. Very good. Well done, my son.” He raised the goblet again. “A toast, to the first vintage of Ithilien!”