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Day 19 - Kitchen Wisdom
Aug. 19th, 2014 05:23 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 Nineteen
Bell watched with amusement as the handsome dwarf king refused to answer any of Trhanduil’s questions. This was a stubborn one, as stubborn as the elf king himself. While Thranduil had no love for any outsiders, Bell found the dwarvish folk to be an interesting lot, with their beards and their bravado. She admired them for their loyalty to their king even when Thranduil sent them all to the ‘dungeon’ without any food.
She slipped into the kitchen and filled a basket with fruit, bread and cheese. She carried it in one hand and a skin of water in the other and headed for the dungeon. Thranduil could be as mean as he pleased but no one was going without food as long as she ran the kitchen!
When she stepped into the dungeon’s main hall, she was certain that she heard someone breathing beside her but no one was there. The guards weren’t even at their posts. Thranduil would be furious if he knew, but she wasn’t telling him.
“Hello?” she called out. “I have some food and water for you all.”
The dwarves called out to her then, asking her to free them.
She smiled. “I cannot do that but you’ll not go hungry. The king is not an evil man. He will release you all.”
She visited each cell and handed a portion of each food through to each one. Thorin, the king, refused the food, but he did drink a bit of water. He was very much like Thranduil, she thought to herself as she tidied up the basket and headed out of the dungeon.
She stopped to talk to the youngest dwarves and set her basket down. When she looked back at it, the towel was opened and an apple was missing. Maybe they had some huge mice down here because she certainly hadn’t seen anyone else.
The next day, all of the dwarves were mysteriously gone. The next she heard of them was when they holed up in the Lonely Mountain, trying to steal Thorin’s kingdom back from Smaug, the dragon who lived there.
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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 Nineteen
Bell watched with amusement as the handsome dwarf king refused to answer any of Trhanduil’s questions. This was a stubborn one, as stubborn as the elf king himself. While Thranduil had no love for any outsiders, Bell found the dwarvish folk to be an interesting lot, with their beards and their bravado. She admired them for their loyalty to their king even when Thranduil sent them all to the ‘dungeon’ without any food.
She slipped into the kitchen and filled a basket with fruit, bread and cheese. She carried it in one hand and a skin of water in the other and headed for the dungeon. Thranduil could be as mean as he pleased but no one was going without food as long as she ran the kitchen!
When she stepped into the dungeon’s main hall, she was certain that she heard someone breathing beside her but no one was there. The guards weren’t even at their posts. Thranduil would be furious if he knew, but she wasn’t telling him.
“Hello?” she called out. “I have some food and water for you all.”
The dwarves called out to her then, asking her to free them.
She smiled. “I cannot do that but you’ll not go hungry. The king is not an evil man. He will release you all.”
She visited each cell and handed a portion of each food through to each one. Thorin, the king, refused the food, but he did drink a bit of water. He was very much like Thranduil, she thought to herself as she tidied up the basket and headed out of the dungeon.
She stopped to talk to the youngest dwarves and set her basket down. When she looked back at it, the towel was opened and an apple was missing. Maybe they had some huge mice down here because she certainly hadn’t seen anyone else.
The next day, all of the dwarves were mysteriously gone. The next she heard of them was when they holed up in the Lonely Mountain, trying to steal Thorin’s kingdom back from Smaug, the dragon who lived there.
***