Lembas Again

‘Lembas again,’ Haldir thought. He hated lembas.

Haldir knew that most of his wardens felt the same, but they, unlike him, could voice their complaints – they were soldiers. But as Marchwarden, he had a responsibility to follow the wishes of the Lady and make sure others did the same. Even if it did involve eating lembas for the 345th time in a row.

He knew he should be grateful. After all, it was lembas that sustained his wardens and himself through the long months, giving them the strength to protect the borders.

But still, he wished it wasn’t always lembas.