Legolas smiled. "We eat a great many kinds of bread. Lembas is special. It's meant for travellers and those who have greatest need," he explained. "But amongst my kin in the north, we had all kinds of bread, and all manner of food from the forest -- berries and nuts and sometimes, game when it could be spared. My elven-lord was far more fond of it than I. And we like nothing so well as honey, when it can be had, dark and sweet. To live in the north of Mirkwood is a challenge, and we tread lightly, as best we may, so as to sustain our people into the future."
Still, for all his apparent unfamiliarity, he took one of the sweet biscuits, and when he tasted the sugar on his tongue, he smiled. "These are nothing like the honey cakes of my youngest days," he said, "and yet, they remind me of nothing else! Happily so, too."