When Elf Lords Attack- Dinner Got Away by Zrik|
Summary: The dinner that Aragorn is cooking gets away. Lord Elrond and the other elven Lords that are visiting are all very hungry and mayhem ensues.
Disclaimer: Meeza no own! Meeza wants to but meeza not able to! *cries*
Legolas came into the kitchen where Aragorn was standing over the stove, stirring a pot of sweet- smelling herbs in boiling water.
“Did you catch the four rabbits needed, Legolas?” Aragorn asked without turning away from the simmering pot.
“Yes,” Legolas said, holding up a cage with four live rabbits in it. “Have you finished with the spices to cook them in?”
“Almost, it’ll only take a few moments longer,” he said while he added a few pinches of another spice and few more turns of the long, wooden spoon sticking out of the pot. “There, done. Start getting the rabbits out so that we can start cooking them and our Ada’s won’t get angry over being too hungry,” Aragorn said, finishing on a joking note.
Just as Legolas was taking the first rabbit out of the cage, Elladan and Elrohir came flying into the kitchen, Elrohir yelling his head off as Elladan, screaming bloody murder, chased after his younger twin. Legolas was caught unaware and dropped the rabbit, the others following as they all hopped out the open door, toward the forest’s underbrush.
The three elves and one human looked at each other as if to say, “We’re in trouble now.” They all were instantly in motion, Elladan and Elrohir’s chase forgotten. They all ran out the back door in search of the escaped rabbits.
An hour and a half later, they came back dirty, tired, and empty-handed.
“What are we going to do?” Aragorn exclaimed as he plopped down on a bench at the table in the kitchen. “Ada will be furious and you know how he gets when he’s hungry.”
“My Ada will be furious also. I dread finding out if he will do a repeat of the last time he was very hungry,” Legolas said.
One hour later, all the elf lords were seated around the long tables in the dining hall. Aragorn, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir had set the tables and come up with something for the meal. The only bad thing was that it would take several more hours for it to finish cooking. That meant many hungry elf lords for them to deal with.
The group of four was in the hall waiting for all of the elves to get there to tell them that would have to wait for their dinner. They knew the elf lords wouldn’t be happy.
Lord Elrond held up his hands and asked all elves gathered for silence then handed the floor over to Aragorn.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” Aragorn began, “but your dinner will take a little while longer to cook because of an unfortunate accident earlier today.”
The room was so silent they could hear a few stomachs rumbling. Then the angry glares started coming to the four. And the angry whispers came, directed at the cause of their late dinner. Many started to get louder, voicing their ideas louder than others were. And then one younger elf stood and yelled, “Let’s chase them for making our dinner late!”
“Get them!” another yelled and the chase was on.
For several hours, the quad of elves and a ranger and the mob chasing them would be seen running amuck all over Rivendell. Many people’s sleep was disturbed on that fateful night. By morning, the mob had worn the three elves and ranger out and they collapsed, the mob just leaving them where they lay to go and have some food to eat. For the rest of the day, they all acted as if nothing had happened. Aragorn, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir knew better though. They all spent the next two days in bed, sleeping.
If you asked any of the elf lords present there if anything eventful happened, they say, “No. Nothing eventful happened except for the fact that our dinner was late and I recall something about a mob carrying pitchforks and torches intent on killing the Prince of Mirkwood and Lord Elrond’s three sons,” or something to that effect.
The one thing that all of Middle Earth learned was, never make an elf lord wait for his dinner. If you do, I suggest you run fast.