[Dillothwen]

This tale begins in a kitchen. Specifically the kitchens of Imladris. Young Gileryn was a newly arrived guest among the Noldor elves of the valley, and was still somewhat of a mind to do things himself instead of asking. This included feeding himself. While yes, there was already bread made, he did not know if that was made for someone or simply stock. So the young elf felt the best choice was to make his own bread.