Book/Source: pre-Hobbit (book)
Disclaimer: Middle-Earth belongs to Tolkien, I'm just playing a bit with it for fun.
Note: Many thanks to shadowycat for looking this over! All remaining faults are my own.
In the evening, there was dinner. Thranduil had accepted; he was curious about the customs of men, and an elf had to eat, after all.
They certainly wouldn't dare to poison him, and who knew what else they might have come up with, considering the astonishing new flavour he had sampled earlier?
He had come to Esgaroth to find new ways to provide for his people, and even if this proved to be nothing more than an easier access to spices like pepper, cinnamon and this new ginger, it was well worth the effort, as far as he was concerned.