You were an elleth, one of the greatest chefs in Imladris, praised throughout the valley kingdom for your delicious meals. One morning, about Midsummer, a rather motley crew of hobbits arrived at the palace, all of them seeming hungry. You raised an eyebrow when Aragorn, whom you knew as a distant friend and who had brought the hobbits here, said they'd already eaten breakfast. One of the short fellows stepped forward, indignant.

"What about second breakfast?"

"Ha! Coming right up, my good hobbit."