Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
A story in which Sam is introduced to what is known as the national dish of my small island!
T’was wonderful, Sam thought, that all the old, familiar, foods from home were here, some even out of season. Yet more wonderful for a hobbit, even of advancing years, were new foods he had not met before – like sea fish.
In The Shire fish came from the rivers, one at a time, with hook or fly on line.
Here the fisher-elves drew herring from the sea in nets, shimmering like captive stars.
And oh how good they tasted when eaten in a way to gladden hobbits’ hearts – simply fried and served with newly dug, tiny, potatoes crowned with golden butter.