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Day 28 - Kitchen Wisdom
Aug. 28th, 2014 10:24 amKitchen 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.
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Part Twenty-eight
Thranduil had always been short of temper at times but now he was insufferable. He yelled at the house servants, he yelled at the stable boys, he yelled at his council. He simply yelled sometimes at no one. But even he did not have the nerve to yell at Bell.
Bell was worried about him. Thranduil had lost everything he ever loved except for his precious son. She knew that he feared Legolas would never come back. She sometimes had the same fear. She loved him as if he were her own child.
Late one night, she heard Thranduil in the kitchen. Her rooms were near the kitchen so she could hear the even the quietest visitor. He was not very quiet. He ran into a chair and Bell smiled to herself at the line of curses that spewed from his mouth.
She’d better check on him.
“What manner of lunatic is making a mess in my kitchen?” she said as she lit several of the candles about the room and stoked the fire in the stove to heat water for tea.
“I wanted pie. Do you have any?”
She suspected he was in his cups. She did have pie, though. She always had pie and she never turned anyone away who wanted food.
“I have a lovely blackberry pie. I’ll cut you a piece.”
He sat back and began to eat as soon as she set it in front of him. “Mmmm. This is good.”
He seemed to sober up a bit as he ate and drank a little of the strong tea she’d brewed. He also seemed to lose a little of his anger.
“He is an adult, you know,” she told him.
“He is my son.”
“He loves you and is doing what he feels is right.”
“Look where right got my father.”
“Had your father not done what he did, the war might have been lost.”
“Then what am I to do?” He looked so lost when he asked her the question.
“Take care of this land, these people. Trust that Legolas will make things right in that world.”
He looked thoughtful then smiled, a sad smile but still a smile. “When did you get so wise, my friend?”
She patted his shoulder. “Get yourself to bed when you finish your pie.” She blew out all but one candle and went back to her own bed.
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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.
~~~
Part Twenty-eight
Thranduil had always been short of temper at times but now he was insufferable. He yelled at the house servants, he yelled at the stable boys, he yelled at his council. He simply yelled sometimes at no one. But even he did not have the nerve to yell at Bell.
Bell was worried about him. Thranduil had lost everything he ever loved except for his precious son. She knew that he feared Legolas would never come back. She sometimes had the same fear. She loved him as if he were her own child.
Late one night, she heard Thranduil in the kitchen. Her rooms were near the kitchen so she could hear the even the quietest visitor. He was not very quiet. He ran into a chair and Bell smiled to herself at the line of curses that spewed from his mouth.
She’d better check on him.
“What manner of lunatic is making a mess in my kitchen?” she said as she lit several of the candles about the room and stoked the fire in the stove to heat water for tea.
“I wanted pie. Do you have any?”
She suspected he was in his cups. She did have pie, though. She always had pie and she never turned anyone away who wanted food.
“I have a lovely blackberry pie. I’ll cut you a piece.”
He sat back and began to eat as soon as she set it in front of him. “Mmmm. This is good.”
He seemed to sober up a bit as he ate and drank a little of the strong tea she’d brewed. He also seemed to lose a little of his anger.
“He is an adult, you know,” she told him.
“He is my son.”
“He loves you and is doing what he feels is right.”
“Look where right got my father.”
“Had your father not done what he did, the war might have been lost.”
“Then what am I to do?” He looked so lost when he asked her the question.
“Take care of this land, these people. Trust that Legolas will make things right in that world.”
He looked thoughtful then smiled, a sad smile but still a smile. “When did you get so wise, my friend?”
She patted his shoulder. “Get yourself to bed when you finish your pie.” She blew out all but one candle and went back to her own bed.
***