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Day 3 - Kitchen Wisdom
Kitchen 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 Three
Bell watched for Oropher in the groups of refugees that came in from Doriath and other cities in the way of the sons of Feanor and their mad oath. Gwaelas was helping Cirdan’s healers take care of the wounded and her son was aiding in finding lodging and food for the influx of homeless into the Mouths of Sirion and the haven that Cirdan offered to one and all.
She hoped he found them soon. Gwaelas was putting on a brave front, but Bell knew that she was frightened that something had happened to her husband. Thranduil had grown into a fine elf, but he still needed his father as well.
And she needed him. Oropher was the best thing that ever happened to her. He gave her a family to be part of when her mother left.
There he was! He looked tired and sad, but then he saw her face.
“Bell!” He shouted as he ran to her. “Are they here too?”
“Yes. We all made it. And so did you!”
Oropher lifted her into the air and swung her around. “I am so relieved that my family is safe!”
Bell knew he meant she was family too.
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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 Three
Bell watched for Oropher in the groups of refugees that came in from Doriath and other cities in the way of the sons of Feanor and their mad oath. Gwaelas was helping Cirdan’s healers take care of the wounded and her son was aiding in finding lodging and food for the influx of homeless into the Mouths of Sirion and the haven that Cirdan offered to one and all.
She hoped he found them soon. Gwaelas was putting on a brave front, but Bell knew that she was frightened that something had happened to her husband. Thranduil had grown into a fine elf, but he still needed his father as well.
And she needed him. Oropher was the best thing that ever happened to her. He gave her a family to be part of when her mother left.
There he was! He looked tired and sad, but then he saw her face.
“Bell!” He shouted as he ran to her. “Are they here too?”
“Yes. We all made it. And so did you!”
Oropher lifted her into the air and swung her around. “I am so relieved that my family is safe!”
Bell knew he meant she was family too.
***