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

[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?"

[marriedanidiot]

"Normally yes! But it isn't terribly big, so perhaps we should restrain ourselves..."

[laurefindil]

"Then what will we do with the extra icing?" Glorfindel asked innocently.

[marriedanidiot]

She laughs at his face.

"Ai! You can eat it if you want, O Lord of the Golden Flower. No need to beg!"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel laughed. "Well, maybe a spoonful or two. Hasn't been a fat elf yet, and I wouldn't want to be the first!" He carefully started frosting the cake.

[marriedanidiot]

She shakes her head, amused.

"If that was all it took, believe you me when I say all of my sons would have been round!"

[laurefindil]

"Hm, did they get their sweet tooth from you, or their Atar?" Glorfindel asked, a bit cheeky. He finished the crumb coat and started applying the actual frosting layer. "How thick should I make it, do you think?"

[marriedanidiot]

"You know, I don't know! Probably slightly more Feanaro than I, I suppose... but we both enjoy sweets."

She eyes it. "Not too thick - the cake is not so large, and is dense enough that we ought not overwhelm it."

[laurefindil]

"There are elves who don't enjoy sweets, I suppose," Glorfindel said. "But...I don't recall meeting any."

He nodded and spread on a nice thin layer of frosting around the sides of the cake. On the top he went just a hair thicker, because it was the top. Once done, he took a toothpick and scored lines in the top to make a crosshatch pattern. "How is that?"

[marriedanidiot]

"True. Perhaps we as a race enjoy sweets?"

She nods approvingly. "Oh, well done! That looks lovely!"

[laurefindil]

"I agree," Glorfindel said, smiling. "Perhaps that is why Iluvatar put so many sweet things on Arda to be enjoyed?"

"Thank you," he said with a deep bow. "From one as talented as you, I take that as a great compliment!"

[marriedanidiot]

"Maybe so!" She laughs.

"Pish." She flaps a hand at him. "Cake decorating is hardly sculpture!"