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Day 7 - 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 Seven
Thranduil went to the kitchen to find something to eat and Bell wasn’t there. Oropher was sitting at the table peeling an apple instead.
“Where is she, Father?”
“She is at the training field with her husband.” Oropher stabbed a slice of the apple and popped it into his mouth with a grin.
“Why is she there?”
“Because she is going to war and needs the training.”
“She’s our cook and our friend!”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to allow this?”
Oropher laughed. “You think I can stop her? Go down there and if you think I should, come back and tell me. Then you can tell her she can’t go with us.”
Thranduil turned on his heel and ran toward to the field. Bell was dressed as any elven warrior, with her knives at her sides and her bow in her hand. He started to run up to her and Adandil, but stopped short when she pulled back her bow and let an arrow fly toward the target, hitting it dead center then following immediately with a second one that split the first.
He didn’t approach her, stepping back to watch as she worked with a target that was placed on a rope and randomly pulled this way and that as she tried to hit it. She did, hitting with every arrow in her quiver.
Thranduil was deadly with his knives but even he wasn’t that good an archer. Adandil was as good as she was too. His father was right. Any able bodied warrior was needed and Bell surely fit that category.
He found his father sitting at the table, eating a chicken leg. Oropher offered him a piece and motioned for him to sit down.
“Believe me now?”
Thranduil said nothing, munching his chicken in silence.
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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 Seven
Thranduil went to the kitchen to find something to eat and Bell wasn’t there. Oropher was sitting at the table peeling an apple instead.
“Where is she, Father?”
“She is at the training field with her husband.” Oropher stabbed a slice of the apple and popped it into his mouth with a grin.
“Why is she there?”
“Because she is going to war and needs the training.”
“She’s our cook and our friend!”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to allow this?”
Oropher laughed. “You think I can stop her? Go down there and if you think I should, come back and tell me. Then you can tell her she can’t go with us.”
Thranduil turned on his heel and ran toward to the field. Bell was dressed as any elven warrior, with her knives at her sides and her bow in her hand. He started to run up to her and Adandil, but stopped short when she pulled back her bow and let an arrow fly toward the target, hitting it dead center then following immediately with a second one that split the first.
He didn’t approach her, stepping back to watch as she worked with a target that was placed on a rope and randomly pulled this way and that as she tried to hit it. She did, hitting with every arrow in her quiver.
Thranduil was deadly with his knives but even he wasn’t that good an archer. Adandil was as good as she was too. His father was right. Any able bodied warrior was needed and Bell surely fit that category.
He found his father sitting at the table, eating a chicken leg. Oropher offered him a piece and motioned for him to sit down.
“Believe me now?”
Thranduil said nothing, munching his chicken in silence.
***