Egret, Day 23

[laurefindil]

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!]

Comments

[laurefindil]

"Oh no, definitely not! They know how to party,but you do not want to get on a dwarf's bad side. They hold grudges like, well, only someone who follows Aule can," he said with a wink.

[marriedanidiot]

She snorts, amused. "Are you comparing them to my husband, now?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel looked away, but only with his eyes. "Of course not?"

[marriedanidiot]

She peals with laughter.

"Oh, but the number of times I have seen that face on sons and husband! My lord, you will have to do far better than that!"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel broke into laughter as well. That had been the reaction he had hoped for.

"I will work on my lying then," he said.

[marriedanidiot]

"Hm, I should probably not encourage that." She smiles.

[laurefindil]

"Hopefully, after almost 5000 years, I have already formed most of my bad habits," Glorfindel said with a laugh.

[marriedanidiot]

"Or unlearnt some of them!"

[laurefindil]

"Oh, dear," Glorfindel said with a sad, slightly overdramatic sigh. "I guess I will just have to forge new bad habits then. Which are your favorites?" he asked with a sassy tilt to his head.

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs again.

"Ai! I am not teaching you the bad habits of my sons and kinsmen! There are enough Finweans here already!"

[laurefindil]

He shook his head sadly. "I could never aspire to that level of bad habit, I'm afraid. I listen to the Valar when they talk to me, for one," he said with a wink, referencing their previous discussion about Turgon and Ulmo.

"Speaking of which...Elrond is a Finwean...that explains so much, doesn't it? Some blame his half-human side..." Glorfindel shook his head. He has his great-grandfather's stubbornness."

[marriedanidiot]

She snorts, amused.

"And do you also jump first, and look after?" She blinks, and laughs softly.

"Oh! I never... but that's true, isn't it! Elrond is Turukano's great grandson!"

[laurefindil]

"I...have a reputation of doing so, thanks to my Balrog-Slaying," Glorfindel said. "But the honest truth is, I am not that impulsive. I chose my fate on purpose, knowing I would likely not survive." He smiled then. "Certain friends of mine like to spread that rumor, though. I am grateful, though, the hero worship I get is enough, I don't need the looks if people realized the truth."

"Again, not something that comes up often in conversation. That and his Maia ancestress on his mother's side. He is a person of many parts, our Elrond." And all of them stubborn.

[marriedanidiot]

She smiles wryly at that.

"I suppose it might get frustatinng, people only seeing the legend, and not the truth of you."

She nods. "That is true! He has always just been... Elrond, to me. I should get to know him better, but as I am not his real grandmother, it always seemed overly presumptous, when he has so many kin who are eager to meet him again."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel returned her wry smile. She would certainly understand that pain, for certain.

He shook his head. "Please do visit him. He's spent his entire life losing one family member after another, he's never met huge chunks of them. He's just lost his daughter, as well. Give him an embarrassment of familial riches, please. He will be awkward and look uncomfortable at first, but as his friend for the last almost five thousand years, believe me when I say, he will be exceedingly happy. It is his deepest wish, right after seeing his wife again."

"You could even pinch his cheek, though that one's for Celebrian. She will laugh and that will make him happy too." He grinned.

[marriedanidiot]

"If you're sure..." She murmurs... "It just seems presumptous, for Feanor's widow to impose on Elwing's son..."

[laurefindil]

"You mean the mother of the two elves who took him in after his parents left him and his brother to sail to Valinor?" Glorfindel reprhased for her. "I have spent almost five thousand years by his side. He speaks fondly of your sons. I have no doubts that he would welcome you."

[marriedanidiot]

"I know he would." She says wistfully. "But would his mother?"

[laurefindil]

"I only met her briefly, between being reborn and being sent back to Middle Earth," Glorfindel said. "But she made me promise to do my best to make sure her remaining son stayed safe until he could be delivered back to her arms."

He gave her a look that said he didn't know. "It is worth talking to her. She knows the pain you do, multiplied by the fact she doesn't even have hope of seeing one of her sons again. She at least WILL see her brothers again."

"Plus, I'd vouch for you," he added with a genuine smile.

[marriedanidiot]

"True." She nods. "But Elwing the White still remembers bitterly the Havens, they say." She sighs. "If you think so... I will try and speak to her."

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel sighed. "Elves never forget. But, one thing you learn in the Halls is to Forgive. Both yourself and others." He shrugged, but his expression was wistful. "That may be a harder lesson for those who never died to learn, but it is what needs to happen. Or yours will not be the only tense family reunion once people start being reborn."

[marriedanidiot]

"True." She smiles sadly. "Memory can be curse as well as blessing. But... you are right. I will make the attempt, at the least. Elrond deserves that much."

[laurefindil]

As do you, he thought. But out loud he said, "How is Bucky's cake coming?"

[marriedanidiot]

Nerdanel would never assume so!

She eyes the cake and nods.

"I think it looks good. Should we ice it?"

She takes it out carefully.

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel picked up the bowl of icing and a flat spatula. "I don't have as much experience with icing, but I believe we carefully add a light coat, then glop the rest on decoratively?"