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.
Making camp on their way home, Thranduil was rather tempted by their newly-acquired treasure.
They had not only traded a generous amount of spices of all kinds, but also enough Dorwinion to give the pack horses a hard time. Just a pinch of the spices would suffice for a kettle's worth of mulled wine, and a cup of his customary remedy would be more than welcome. His scars were aching fiercely after the dankness of the lake town.
But a stern look from his steward made abundantly clear that today he would have to settle for a cup of tea.