“Ok there’s no one here. Come on,” Pippin whispered.
“Should we do this?”
“It will be fun. Let’s go.”
Pippin and Merry slipped into the kitchen unaware.
“Do you have it?” Merry asked.
“In my pocket.”
The cooks would soon be preparing for the feast. Merry and Pippin had decided to add an ingredient to the cake.
“Where’s the sugar bowl?” Merry asked.
“There on the counter,” Pippin pointed.
Pippin and Merry slipped underneath the counter to make sure there was no one else in the kitchen.
“It’s too tall. Let me stand on you shoulders,” Pippin said.
“Why can’t I stand on your shoulders?”
“Because you’re to heavy and fat.”
“I am not! Look who’s talking. You’re fatter than father. You’re fatter than Lobelia Baggins.”
“Shh. Quit arguing and lift me up,” Pippin argued.
Merry knelt down as Pippin climbed onto his shoulders. He took a small bag out of his pocket. He opened it up and quickly began to pour the grains of salt into the large glass sugar bowl.
“What are you doing!?”
Startled by the voice, Pippin fell off of Merry’s shoulders. The bowl collided with him and the grains of sugar and salt trickled down his neck. Lorin the head chubby cook put her hands on her hips and glared down at the two hobbits and said, “Well this is interesting.”
Pippin looked up at her and pointed to Merry. “His fault.”
Elenya lay beside Legolas on her bed. She was so glad to be back with him in Gondor once again. A feast would soon be held for the celebration of Agroth’s defeat. She was dressed in a long flowing silver gown that rested beneath her shoulder. The Evenstar had given to her as yet another gift. Arwen had also braided her hair. Most of it was left flowing though. She had stuck a few white flowers in her dark hair as well.
“Do we have to go?” Elenya asked. “I’m tired.”
“So am I,” he leaned over her. “But Aragorn has requested our presence. You are after all the hero of Middle Earth.”
“Oh I am not,” she objected. “You’re not only the hero of the world but the hero of my heart.”
“So then shall we set the date?”
“June,” she smiled.
Legolas kissed her once again. He stood up and offered her his arm. She took it.
“Shall we?” he said opening the door.
“Nevermind. Let’s go.” (Vamos means ‘Let’s go’ in Spanish).
The feast had been prepared. Everyone was there except two characters. She learned earlier that the reason the hobbits weren’t present was because they had tried to add an extra ingredient to the meal and were punished for it. She felt sorry for the two hobbits who had to pick up every single grain of salt and sugar and wash the dishes and feast on whatever was leftover of the meal. She had tried to persuade the cook to let them out of the kitchen and managed to but for only a few minutes for Aragorn’s opening speech. She also noticed something else. Haldir was there to join in the feast. He had been looking long on Elerrina’s sister. She had been looking at him as well. As soon as she saw the sparks between them, she no longer needed to worry about Haldir.
The feast lasted for much of the night. Elenya was reminded again why elves do not drink when Legolas had too much wine.
“I thought you had learned your lesson,” she said laughing.
“Excuse me,” he said holding his stomach as he exited the tent for a few minutes. She took care of him of course, and he re-entered the tent feeling better.
She saw many she knew at the feast and talked with several. She stared at all of the tarts, meats, jellies, breads, and cheeses. It was good food but she thought to herself I would kill for Mc. Donald’s fries right now. Elenya also met Elerrina’s younger sister Arias. She was unlike any other elf she had ever seen. Arias was unlike her sister. She had long dark hair and beautiful gray eyes like the sea after storm. She was the most beautiful she had ever seen perhaps even more than the Evenstar. During the feast, Elenya approached Elerrina and handed her the Firestone.
“This is a gift. I wish you to have it.”
“I do not deserve this.”
“Yes you do. You saved my life and Legolas’s back in the Angband. Please take it, but beware of it. Do not wear it often. Do not let yourself become like me before Agroth.”
“I shall not my friend.”
“There is nothing to fear here though in Minas Tirith.”
Elerrina fixed the gleaming jewel around her neck and smiled. Elenya spoke with many more at the feast. She and Legolas were finally the last ones to leave save Merry and Pippin who took the duty of cleaning up.
“This is all your fault,” Pippin moaned picking up a wine glass.
“My fault? It was your idea.”
“No it wasn’t. I was against it from the start.”
“That’s it! Why you little fat loud mouth snake in the grass chicken bone!” Merry threw a handful of pudding at Pippin, which resulted in a food fight battle that angered the cook even more. They had finally learned their lesson when she was finished with them.