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Day 14 - Kitchen Wisdom
Aug. 14th, 2014 09:06 pmKitchen Wisdom
Author: alexcat
Type: Gen.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do own this original character but I do not own Middle Earth or Tolkien’s characters, nor do I profit from using them.
Warnings: None
Characters: Oropher, Thranduil, Legolas, Oropher’s wife, Thranduil’s wife, Legolas, Original female character, Bellothia
Archive: Ao3, OEAM, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: Jenny wanted a story about Oropher and Cook, so I decided to give her a month’s worth of them.
Spoilers: For the stories of Oropher and Thranduil, yes.
Summary: Every day, I will tell a little of the story of Bellothia, cook for the house of Oropher.
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Part Fourteen
The Green Wood was a somber place since the battle. Thranduil’s mother had made her way to the Havens and sailed to the West. He was left to raise his son alone and to run his father’s kingdom alone.
He holed himself up in the royal apartments and didn’t talk to anyone for weeks. Even little Legolas was not allowed in to see his father.
After the third week, Bell decided that enough was enough. She knocked on his door and he didn’t answer.
“I am not leaving. In fact, I am coming in.” She tried the door and, as she thought, it was locked. No matter. She had a set of keys to all the doors in the entire royal complex. She unlocked the door and went into Thranduil’s home.
He sat in his father’s chair, reading a scroll. He looked up when she came in. “Go away. I am not seeing visitors.”
“No. I am not a visitor. You have people who need your leadership and a son who needs his father. I am here to see that they all get what they need from you.”
“Can’t you see that I am not ready for this?”
“It doesn’t matter, my friend. This is ready for you. I’ll have you a bath drawn and will polish your father’s mithril crown. You can speak to the people this evening.”
“Are you not listening to me?” He was angry.
“Are you not listening to me? You have no choice. Period. So get dressed and be the king your father taught you to be.”
He glared at her for a long moment then nodded. “You are right. Our people need me, need leadership. It is up to me to provide it.”
“It is indeed, sire.” Bell bowed to him, her new king.
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Author: alexcat
Type: Gen.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do own this original character but I do not own Middle Earth or Tolkien’s characters, nor do I profit from using them.
Warnings: None
Characters: Oropher, Thranduil, Legolas, Oropher’s wife, Thranduil’s wife, Legolas, Original female character, Bellothia
Archive: Ao3, OEAM, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: Jenny wanted a story about Oropher and Cook, so I decided to give her a month’s worth of them.
Spoilers: For the stories of Oropher and Thranduil, yes.
Summary: Every day, I will tell a little of the story of Bellothia, cook for the house of Oropher.
~~~
Part Fourteen
The Green Wood was a somber place since the battle. Thranduil’s mother had made her way to the Havens and sailed to the West. He was left to raise his son alone and to run his father’s kingdom alone.
He holed himself up in the royal apartments and didn’t talk to anyone for weeks. Even little Legolas was not allowed in to see his father.
After the third week, Bell decided that enough was enough. She knocked on his door and he didn’t answer.
“I am not leaving. In fact, I am coming in.” She tried the door and, as she thought, it was locked. No matter. She had a set of keys to all the doors in the entire royal complex. She unlocked the door and went into Thranduil’s home.
He sat in his father’s chair, reading a scroll. He looked up when she came in. “Go away. I am not seeing visitors.”
“No. I am not a visitor. You have people who need your leadership and a son who needs his father. I am here to see that they all get what they need from you.”
“Can’t you see that I am not ready for this?”
“It doesn’t matter, my friend. This is ready for you. I’ll have you a bath drawn and will polish your father’s mithril crown. You can speak to the people this evening.”
“Are you not listening to me?” He was angry.
“Are you not listening to me? You have no choice. Period. So get dressed and be the king your father taught you to be.”
He glared at her for a long moment then nodded. “You are right. Our people need me, need leadership. It is up to me to provide it.”
“It is indeed, sire.” Bell bowed to him, her new king.
***