They are currently gathered around the small cabin table and for minutes, no one uttered a single word. The chief of the Elves introduced herself to them as Aredhel.
“Have a drink.” Aredhel said after she brought them each a cup of hot chocolate. “You all must be famished. The sweet potatoes will be ready in a short while.”
The hot chocolate served to them is like a melted Belgian truffle. The top is swirled with white milk foam and spotted with cocoa powder. They then started to sip on it as what she said was true. The hunger was ever-present; from dawn till now, it gnawed at them. Their stomach growled and they squirmed in their seats to try to silence the rumbling, torn between wanting to savour the chocolate drink or just inhale it.
“Now, it’s ready.” Aredhel continued as she place
