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    “Lembas?” He questioned softly, moving the bread about this way and that to better study it, as if it’d sprout legs and race off. “What makes it different from other breads?” Aside from, of course, the fact it was elven, though even then Loki didn’t know what that precisely meant. Was it made only for elves? Did it have effects to it that worked only on them and not others? Or was it just made by elves? He chose not to question her too much in case he overwhelmed her with his foreignness and complete ignorance of all Middle-Earth cultures. Accepting the honey with a grateful smile, he split the lembas in half and handed a piece to her. “I love honey,” he purred softly. “Probably one of my favorite things.”

Tauriel gleamed as she set her half empty wine glass down, watching as he toyed with the grain wrapped in leaves. “They say Lembas; this bread, may fill a grown man with one bite, but in times of famine, this bread will not even fill a child in my opinion.
A slender hand plucked the offered bread, eyes locking as he spoke. "Is that so?”
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