Title: LotR Advent
Challenge: Mishaps of the Kitchen Pt. 7/24
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: They aren't
mine, but damned if I didn't wish that they were.
Warnings: AU, sap, fluff,
silliness
Pairings: Tuor, Turgon,
Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Earėndil
Rating: PG
Summary: Day Seven of the
Advent Challenge-> Trying to teach an Elfling how to make cookies isn't as easy
as it seems.
Beta: none since I want to
get this posted right away, so any mistakes are all MINE!
A/N: This is for an Advent
Challenge that I had posted/taken up. Each day will be a different
person/pairing from LotR. I'd like to thank Iniquity for keeping this up and
wish everyone a blessed Christmas! Enjoy! Please review!
‘thoughts’
"One would think that four
Lords of Gondolin
could handle a simple confection!" Ecthelion's voice was filled with
exasperation as he looked down at the giggling Earėndil as the Elfling peeked
out from under an empty flour sack. Ecthelion rolled his eyes, then cried out as
the little Peredhel ran out and hugged him tightly, covering his front in flour
as he giggled hysterically.
"You forget, meldiren, that
we are not as accomplished as we perhaps should be," Glorfindel commented with a
wide grin as he stirred the fifth batch of batter they had managed with all of
their mishaps. If it hadn't been wrong ingredients, it had been too long baking
time, or incorrect utensils and incorrect measurements. None of them had been
spared the globs and smears of batter, preserves, or powdered sugar that
Earėndil had taken great delight in covering them with great zeal. (my dear
friend)
The results were also not as
promising as they lay strewn over countertops. Broken bits of cookies, lopsided
miniature cakes, and imploded pastries mingled with the dripping ingredients
they were supposedly made from. Turgon's behind could be seen as he practically
crawled into the pantry, searching for more ingredients as the other three Elf
Lords stirred, chopped, or put messy globs of batter onto baking stones.
"Why did we accept this
again?" Tuor asked quietly as he concentrated on chopping walnuts. He glanced
over, giving a stern glare at his son before resuming his chopping. Earėndil
whimpered and hid his face in Ecthelion's robes, earning a gentle back rub from
the flute player.
"Because Idril asked us to
take care of Earėndil this day, our day off, and he wished for treats," Turgon
reminded his son-in-law as he crawled back out carefully while holding the box
of baking chocolate he needed.
"Hannon le, Iauradar!"
Earėndil cried as he ran over to his grandfather and hugged him tightly. He then
politely took the chocolate and ran it over to Ecthelion, who took it with a
smile and turned to slice it into small morsels for the pastries. (Thank you,
grandfather)
"Well, it is a learning
experience on why I never started into cooking," Tuor grumbled good-naturedly as
he smiled while the other three laughed.
An hour and four batches
later, they had succeeded in making two dozen each of cookies, pastries, and
cakes that were decent, to their mind at least. And, by the compliments from
Idril and her ladies in waiting, they were indeed satisfactory. But, once they
had returned to the kitchen and saw the mess that awaited them, they all sighed
heavily.
"Tell me again why we did
this?" Ecthelion mumbled as they took in all of the dripping messes, dirty
utensils, and waiting dishes.
"Fun and learning,
meldiren…fun and learning," Turgon said amiably before ambling into the room to
start up. With a collective sigh once more, the other three males followed suit,
cleaning up their kitchen mishap.
~Fin
