Characters: Maedhros, son of Feanor; Bor, chieftain of an Easterling tribe; his sons (Borlach, Borlad and Borthand)
Book/Source: The Silmarillion
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A/N: Maedhros continues to write about his experiences with his new-found allies.
I asked them to dine with me and served them the best I had—I could do no less—the whitest of breads, spiced venison, dried fruit from the South. They perched stiffly on their chairs and took cautious bites, warily sipping Cirdan’s choice vintage.
The next day I visited their camp fire. They fished a flatbread from the ashes, wrapped it around a scoop of indefinable stew and handed it to me. They were visibly relieved when I bit it into it without hesitation and chewed appreciatively.
‘It’s none so bad, this white bread,’ said Borlach, months later, surprised.
A//N:The original sense of "companion" seems to have been "someone who shares bread with you".
I've observed that people's tastes in bread are often conservative. Emigrants sometimes miss the bread at home more than any other kind of food.