Elrond eats porridge with dry salted fish and nuts for breakfast, every single day without exception for centuries. Celebrían wonders, at the start of their marriage, and asks him why he eats this. Elrond shrugs "I don't know, it tastes comforting somehow." and they leave it at this, even if Celebrían refuses to kiss Elrond until he's brushed his teeth after breakfast because she likes her porridge full of honey and seasonal berries, like a person of refined taste. Elrond teases her for her sweet tooth, she teases him for his ungodly taste in food.

Until Celebrían has to Sail and leave everything she's ever known behind. Her uncle awaits for her at the dock, and she lets herself be coddled by her grandparents and distant relatives. Nothing feels comforting, like home. And one day, Finrod brings her to a tower far north, where one of his friends live. "She will understand you, help you." he says, and Celebríand chooses to believe him.

Elwing is sharp mannered and gentle at the same time. She doesn't treat Celebrían like she's made of glass, immediately involves her in the daily life. In the morning, Elwing makes breakfast, and places a bowl of porridge with dried fish and nuts in front of Celebrían. It tastes strange and yet comforting and, for the first time since she Sailed, Celebrían feels home. "Elrond eats his porridge just like that." she says. "He doesn't know why but it comforts him."

Elwing smiles.