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Egret, Day 23

Who: Glorfindel and Open
When: Day 23
Where: Kitchen
What: Food and knives!
Warning: Sharp things

Having taken Evie's class and learned how to use the stove, Glorfindel was able to take part in his Team's chores of preparing the meals. Although, technically, that was what some of the more experienced cooks did. Glorfindel was more of a sous chef (chopper of things). Today he was making some quick, portable snacks that people could come and take with them if they wanted to go to the gym or the library or elsewhere on the train.

[What do people want? Come and ask! You might not get what you hope, but it will be interesting!]

He has also made an concerted effort to go through the kitchen and sharpen every blade in the room, except the butter spreaders.

[You can come help or just chat about sharp things!]

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"Oh dear! I hope you did not forget anything important?"

"Well, apparently you need something to make the cake rise. It was...very dense. Not as dense as those who made it, though. And it was sweet. Very, sweet, as we covered any flaws with fresh honey." Glorfindel laughed at the memory. "Our hands were sticky and we were covered in flour. That was...such amazing fun, thinking back on it. But we were so annoyed at the time."

"Oh no!" She laughs. "Oh dear me. Well, at least you had fun."

She shakes her head. "And the honey too! Was it edible at all?"

Glorfindel shook his head and laughed some more. "It was both fun and quite annoying. Elrond made this...face. I cannot do it justice, but it was kind of like," he looked sort of serious, but with a distinct line between his eyes, and then snorted just a little, "no, no, I cannot do it right." He laughed and waved his hand to wipe out the attempt. "He was trying so hard not to be upset, though."

"Quite, actually. Though, again, super sweet. The dense cake soaked up all the honey. It was even better the next day, to be honest," Glorfindel said.

She laughs, unrestrained.

"Oh no, that poor sweet boy! And it must have been almost as hard as candy, by then surely?"

"Not with the amount of honey we added. Did I imply we used a spoonful?" He laughed and picked up the container of honey on the counter. "We used twice this amount. It pooled around the cake. Which was only about yay thick," he gestured with two fingers. I want to say it was Erestor's idea to treat the honey like icing, but if he were here, he might claim it was mine," he admitted with a grin.

She laughs and laughs and laughs.

"Oh no! Oh dear, oh dear. Well, at least it would have been a very sweet treat! You should have put it in the icebox, to freeze the honey!"

It was so nice to hear laughter like that again. Things had been so serious of late that Glorfindel just wanted to tell her all the silly stories so he could laugh with her for a while.

"Oh, no, the stickiness was part of the fun. Right up until we had to round up the chickens..."

"Chickens?" She asks, still giggling over their baking. "Why were there chickens involved?"

"We were setting up Imladris, as I mentioned," Glorfindel reminded her. "We were trying to get the buildings started, talking the trees into helping with the walls, and, at the time, Erestor's decision to bring chickens along, to help augment the hunting, seemed like an excellent idea. But originally we only had baskets for them, which of course we couldn't keep them in them during the day, they needed to eat and stretch their legs, so they were running around loose."

She raises a hand to her mouth, although it does nothing to hide either her smile or the laughter in her eyes.

"Ai! Why were you chasing them while covered in honey?"

"If they'd been the ones covered in honey it would have made things so much easier!" Glorfindel said with a wink. "But we were getting ready to clean up after eating when one of the dogs barked and that set off the chickens, which up until then had been peacefully pecking and scratching around us." He shook his head at the memory. "One flew right in Lindir's face. He of course was immediately concerned about his harp and started yelling, which just made things more noisy, so the birds, rather than settling back, just got that much more riled up."

She laughs again, unable to help it.

"Oh dear! And Lindir... he's young Elrond's Master Harpist, yes? Oh my. And did you have a rooster too?"

"Of course! You don't get more chickens without a rooster, just more eggs," Glorfindel pointed out. "Which Erestor pointed out to Lindir, the Master Harper, yes, who wanted to wring the thing's neck whenever it would try to..." he paused a moment to try to find the right word, but nothing came to mind, "sing along. By Yavanna's good grace the rooster survived, but he and Lindir had this strange relationship. I think he considered Lindir his god or something, the way he followed him around all the time."

She giggles, clearly seeing what he wants to say.

"Oh dear. Poor Lindir! At least he would never have needed to worry about sleeping in?"

"Ha! Poor Lindir, indeed. Since he entertained in the evenings, he wasn't expected to wake with the dawn, but that rooster insisted on waking him anyway."

"Normally a rooster has a life expectancy of about 12 years, but this one taught his son to worship the Bard as well, and then the grandson picked it up too. Eventually Lindir got to sleep, but it took a couple of generations. Even no...recently, you only had to crow to get him to give you such a dirty look."

Nerdanel laughs again.

"Oh no, poor Lindir! Did he not consider blocking his ears?"

"Except he cannot sleep when it is perfectly silent. He'd get insomnia on this train, if he did not have roommates. He says he gets some of his best inspiration from sounds at night."

"Oh no." She giggles. "Poor Lindir. Makalaure would have liked him."

"Lindir hangs off of Elrond's stories when he tells of his Foster Fathers. He wants nothing more in this world than to meet him and perhaps even get to play with him."

"He is quite good, though. So I think he'd like Lindir for more than just because he's a little crazy. But, aren't all the best bards?" He gave her a little wink so she knew he was just having a bit of fun.

She laughs again at that.

"Ai! That much is true. The things Makalaure used to get up to with his minstrel friends! And that Elemmire especially! I thought the Vanyar were supposed to be devout!."

Glorfindel protested on behalf of his Vanyar relatives. "They are! But everything started with a Song, remember..."

"I do not deny that!' She laughs. "But I'm fairly certain drinking songs are not what the Valar were thinking of when they taught us that!"

Glorfindel gave her a look. "Have you met the Valar? Yes, some are quiet and reserved, but once you get to know them, they have their moments. Mandos wanders his hall and, if you are ready to make merry, he will do so with you. Though to be perfectly honest, very, very few are ready." He got a sad look on his face, remembering those he saw when he was there. Those who faded, those who died of violence...it took time for their souls to recover.

"Only Aule, in truth." She smiles wryly. "He has always been a good friend to our family."

"It... is good to know that Lord Namo is ... kinder than we feared."

which do you prefer? I'm happy to keep going if you want, or we can wrap

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Erestor says DONT YOU BLAME THIS DISASTER ON ME YOU GOLDEN HAIRED MENACE

Look, he isn't here, so Glorfindel gets to tell the stories HIS way! :D

he will REACH THROUGH THE SCREEN and BURY YOU IN PAPERWORK

Nooooooo! Not paperwork!!

ALL THE PAPERWORK also they needed those chickens or would you like him to refuse to serve you eggs

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