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!”
The End
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