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Nine offerings were made to the Powers, Each symbolising toil of mortal hours; Three times three, created by mortals, Burned at once, in the Grove

between portals.

Three given by Elvenkind

fair,

Delicate offerings worked with

care;

Three from noble Humanity's

kin,

Each festive creation ushered

in,

And Three from Karana's

favoured race,

Fitting tributes to their

Lord's smiling face.

First came the priests from

Elven lands,

Their three gifts held in

whitened hands...

There came a tall elf named

Silvered Tree

Carrying a bottle, bigger even

than me!

Of workmanship it was most

refined

The jewelled bottle well

defined.

The bottle itself was first

created,

From magical gold, with opal

mated,

With a glass bottle, by

jeweller skilled.

What gorgeous craft with drink

to be filled.

Once bottle crafted, now came

the brew:

Using the magnum, wine yeast

and double grapes too,

With a little soda water mixed

to taste

Not a drop of liquid gone to

waste.

With these fine ingrediants

five,

The result was a champagne for

which to strive!

In order to mix the soda

water,

Ye should seek out Mudhand's

daughter.

Thus water and soda should ye

simply mix,

To produce more fizz than

fizzlepops six!

The elves do brew in varying

strengths,

Adding more or less grapes,

such lengths!

However, this drink requires

grapes just two,

Though using one or three can

taste fine too!

With gift upon the fire

overturned,

Back to the throng Silvered

Tree returned.