Curufin finds himself present at a feast, to his surprise. So far as he knows, the food stocks are scanty in this tundra world, and nobody can afford to squander them. But here are the tables laid out with roast birds, and there are bottles of wine waiting to be opened. Bemused, he pours himself a glass of ruby red wine and sips.

And then his eye falls on Galadriel. He almost drops his glass.

"Cousin!" he exclaims. "How came you to be here?"