บท 800: Stirring up Middle-earth

The Rivendell prison equally held the distinct flare of the elves; glorious, elegant but not larger than the wooden house that Sheyan resided in previously. However, there was no bed or enchanted torches. A clear aroma of nature lingered around the atmosphere of the prison.

Drinking water was directly obtained by slicing open drooping down vines and sucking on them. The sap water was sweet and exotic. Whenever one felt hungry, one could simply ring a bell by the side. After a while, bowling ball-sized fruits would roll down from a hollow tree by the side.

The fruits were slightly similar to oranges. They had thick skin which emitted a smell that deterred insects. After tearing off the skin, the flesh was juicy and sweet; easily filling up one's belly.