After fulfilling his duties, Galion found himself alone in the dimly lit banquet hall. The shadows danced along the walls, creating an air of mystery. Or was he truly alone? With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he couldn't resist the temptation that lingered in the air—the remnants of the exquisite wines that adorned the tables. Curiosity led him to the unattended bottles, their contents too precious to go to waste. Stealthily, he poured himself a glass, savoring the rich aroma and velvety texture. The taste danced on his tongue, a symphony of flavors that spoke of ancient vineyards and forgotten tales.

Galion had served the royal family for centuries, first under King Oropher and now under Thranduil. His loyalty was unwavering, yet there was a playful spirit within him that often sought out small joys amidst the rigors of duty. As he sipped the wine, he allowed himself a moment of indulgence, relishing the quietude of the hall, far from the demands of court life. With a soft chuckle, he raised his glass in a silent toast to the fleeting pleasures of life. “Just a moment for myself” he mused, grateful for the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of his labor in peace. He leaned back against the ornate table, the flickering candlelight casting warm hues across his features, embodying the timeless elegance of the Elvenking's realm.