Post by Admin on Nov 2, 2021 1:41:18 GMT
Author: LegolasLover2003
Summary: What IS Legolas’ favorite snack?
Rating: G
Characters: Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, & Erestor… with mentions of Elladan, Elrohir, & Glorefindel
Warnings: None.
Nimble fingers were far quicker than even a Hobbit could have predicted. Meriadoc Brandybuck turned quickly, his gaze narrowing at the tall blond Elf who now held aloft his own rather precious snack.
The Fellowship had taken a break amongst a copse of trees to wait until nightfall. It had been unanimously decided... by Gandalf and Aragorn alone... that they would travel by night and under cover of darkness once leaving the forests and mountains surrounding Rivendell.
Having set out his own bedroll, Merry was preparing to bite into a nice juicy apple that he had spirited away from the Last Homely House... only to have it suddenly snatched!
“I saw you eating these in Imladris.” Legolas spoke, his blue eyes shimmering with mirth as he looked at the fruit held aloft in his fingers, before glancing down to the seated Hobbit. “Not once... not twice... but every time I came upon you. Why is that?”
Merry shrugged as he got to his feet. “I like apples.” When Legolas arched an eyebrow, the Hobbit extrapolated. “Alright, I really like apples. Don't you have a favorite food too, Legolas?”
At the question, the prince pondered such a notion. Did he? Tossing the apple from one hand to the other, he soon realized that the young Hobbit was indeed waiting for the return of his fruit... as evidenced by the fact that Merry's eyes and head were following the apple's path back and forth between the Elf's palms. Legolas dropped it into Merry's waiting hands.
“I do not know.” The Elf replied, rubbing his chin for a moment. “There are many foods I enjoy, but to pick one alone as a favorite...”
“Blackberries.”
Legolas blinked, turning to look at the human who was putting down his own pack. “Estel, what makes you think...”
“I distinctly remember,” the man said, smirking to Merry before looking pointedly at Legolas. “Someone's fingers sneaking them from my basket when I was a child.”
The Elf crossed his arms over his chest, looking away indignantly. “I hardly know what you mean.”
With a laugh, Aragorn sat down next to the Hobbit, rummaging round in his own pack or a few moments. “I was... six at the time?”
Sticky Fingers
“Remind me again how it ended up all over your brother?” Legolas asked, glancing to the small boy who was walking beside him.
Estel frowned and, with an overly dramatic sigh, kicked a clump of dirt from their track. “Ro said it would be funny. All I had to do was wait til El sat down. But when I grabbed his legs from under the table... well... the bowl went flying across the room... and landed on El's tunic...”
Smirking, the prince hid his own amusement at the mental image of Elladan covered in sugary blackberry juices.
It seemed that Erestor had been preparing to bake a blackberry pie at the time of Elrohir's ill-conceived prank, and poor Estel had gotten heavily involved in the caper. Thus, a bowl of blackberries in their own juice with sugar, became a flying disaster for the eldest of Elrond's sons. Legolas had walked into the kitchen only moments afterwards, too see Elrohir on the floor laughing and holding his sides while a rather incensed Elladan was tying to wipe the berries off his tunic.
The human child was nowhere to be seen at that point, and the Mirkwood Elf later found out that he had wisely run and was hiding in the library.
As punishment, Elrohir and Estel had been asked by Erestor to go pick more blackberries at the far end of the grounds. The twins however were soon called upon by Glorefindel for a hunt of Orcs near their border. While Elladan and Elrohir had invited Legolas to go along as well, the blond felt that his time might be better spent outside of battle for a while. He was, after all, still recovering from Morlan's death and the thought of such danger right now... well... it had turned his stomach from all thoughts of breakfast. Glorefindel understood better than most, it seemed, and had asked the prince to instead help Estel with his part of the punishment.
Of course, Elrohir was going to owe the Mirkwood prince later for this.
And so, Legolas walked beside Estel, his boots making not a sound on the small trail that led to a blackberry grove far at the edge of the Last Homey House. He watched the boy, who's steps were fat shorter than his own, and how he carried a basket that was nearly as big as the child himself! It was a wonder he didn't trip... but it seemed the grace of his adopted family had begun to rub off on him bit by bit.
Once at the bushes, Estel's eyes squinted as he looked at one clump of berries then the next, “Um... which ones do I pick?”
Legolas blinked, looking at the bushes for a moment before kneeling down. Lithe fingers reached out, plucking one of the ripe berries from the leaves and handing it to the boy. “If they are this color, then they are good to eat. Try it.” He said, picking another and popping it into his mouth.
Chewing on the berry, Estel scrunched up his face slightly, thinking about it's taste. “I like them better sweet. They're tart like this.”
“That is how they are supposed to taste.” Legolas commented, plucking another and eating it. “When in a pie or with cream however, they are sweetened.” he said as he ate another.
The child beside him started to laugh, “You're going to eat all the berries before we pick them, Legolas.”
Smiling, the prince stood once more, dusting off his knees. “I have a habit of doing that... But I can hardly help it. There is nothing better than berries in season.” He added, walking a few steps and starting to pull more berries from the bushes a little higher than the human could reach.
The two picked berry after berry, dropping them into Estel's waiting basket.
At one point, the boy got a bit distracted with a rather annoyed chipmunk who had been after the same fruits as they. It chattered at him, chasing the boy around the rows of bushes for a few minutes before Legolas' quick fingers snagged the tiny rodent and, offering it a berry as mean of appeasement, set him back in his tree.
Basket unattended, the Elf snagged a few more berries, eating them absently, before proceeding to explain how Estel could avoid such an encounter in the future. The last two berries in his fingers, Legolas placed in the tree for the chipmunk to find later.
At first, Estel never really noticed that his basket was getting lighter. The pair had filled it up quite nicely, though it became apparent on their return towards the kitchens that the small boy was just too tiny to manage carrying it the full way back. Gladly, Legolas offered to help...
And of course the prince couldn't help himself... dexterous fingers stealing one berry after another as he carried the basket.
By the time they reached the kitchen and Legolas placed the basket on the table, Estel's eyes went wide. The boy had hopped in a chair to look into the basket, only to find it half full!
“But it was full when we left! Honest, Erestor!” the small human tried to explain when the older Elf came to inspect the job done.
Of course Erestor arched an eyebrow at the boy, before glancing at Legolas. He smirked slightly, “I have the sneaking suspicion that you are telling the truth, Estel. Did you carry the basket back?”
The boy shook his head, “No... Legolas did.”
“I see...” that arched eyebrow fell on the Mirkwood prince then.
Smiling innocently, Legolas shrugged. “I have no idea what could have happened. The berries are there, yes?”
“Yes... and here too...” Erestor replied, licking his thumb and then suddenly rubbing a bit of blackberry juice stain off of corner of the blond Elf's lips.
Blinking in shock, Legolas froze.
Estel burst into laughter at that, having to sit on the chair so he didn't fall off it.
“You, Caun Legolas, are a horrible liar.” Erestor teased with a smile.
Seeing Estel laugh though... and the smile on the older Elf's face, Legolas blushed slightly, the very tips of his pointed ears turning a light pink shade.
“What can I say?” the prince asked with a shrug. “I love blackberries...?”
Merry laughed, the Hobbit practically beaming at the tale. His laughter only increased when he realized, in the fading light, that Legolas was blushing in embarrassment!
“You are horridly mean.” the Elf admonished his human friend, shaking a finger at him. “And there is nothing wrong with liking something.”
“There is when you try to get a boy in trouble for your own sticky fingers.” Aragorn laughed, smirking at the blond.
Legolas bristled, crossing his arms over his chest, just before he saw something come flying at him in the dark. Quickly the Elf caught the small satchel, arching an eyebrow at Aragorn quizzically.
“Open it.” the man said, nodding toward the gift.
Nimble fingers pulled the leather drawstring open, only to see it was filled to the brim with... blackberries. Taking one berry out, he popped it in his mouth.
Legolas let a slightly smug expression lighten on his face. “At least you remember how to apologize.”
“Was that what I did?” Aragorn asked with a chuckle... before Merry burst into laughter again.
Sighing, Legolas stared at the Hobbit, “What is it this time?”
“You're the chipmunk!” Merry blurted out, falling over onto his back on the bedroll and laughing.
Blue eyes went wide as Legolas looked immediately at the man... but Aragorn was absently whistling and putting things back into his pack, seemingly paying the Elf no mind whatsoever.
Instead of getting angry at the overly obvious comparison, the prince popped another blackberry into his mouth.
Regardless... He still loved blackberries...
END
Summary: What IS Legolas’ favorite snack?
Rating: G
Characters: Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, & Erestor… with mentions of Elladan, Elrohir, & Glorefindel
Warnings: None.
Nimble fingers were far quicker than even a Hobbit could have predicted. Meriadoc Brandybuck turned quickly, his gaze narrowing at the tall blond Elf who now held aloft his own rather precious snack.
The Fellowship had taken a break amongst a copse of trees to wait until nightfall. It had been unanimously decided... by Gandalf and Aragorn alone... that they would travel by night and under cover of darkness once leaving the forests and mountains surrounding Rivendell.
Having set out his own bedroll, Merry was preparing to bite into a nice juicy apple that he had spirited away from the Last Homely House... only to have it suddenly snatched!
“I saw you eating these in Imladris.” Legolas spoke, his blue eyes shimmering with mirth as he looked at the fruit held aloft in his fingers, before glancing down to the seated Hobbit. “Not once... not twice... but every time I came upon you. Why is that?”
Merry shrugged as he got to his feet. “I like apples.” When Legolas arched an eyebrow, the Hobbit extrapolated. “Alright, I really like apples. Don't you have a favorite food too, Legolas?”
At the question, the prince pondered such a notion. Did he? Tossing the apple from one hand to the other, he soon realized that the young Hobbit was indeed waiting for the return of his fruit... as evidenced by the fact that Merry's eyes and head were following the apple's path back and forth between the Elf's palms. Legolas dropped it into Merry's waiting hands.
“I do not know.” The Elf replied, rubbing his chin for a moment. “There are many foods I enjoy, but to pick one alone as a favorite...”
“Blackberries.”
Legolas blinked, turning to look at the human who was putting down his own pack. “Estel, what makes you think...”
“I distinctly remember,” the man said, smirking to Merry before looking pointedly at Legolas. “Someone's fingers sneaking them from my basket when I was a child.”
The Elf crossed his arms over his chest, looking away indignantly. “I hardly know what you mean.”
With a laugh, Aragorn sat down next to the Hobbit, rummaging round in his own pack or a few moments. “I was... six at the time?”
Sticky Fingers
“Remind me again how it ended up all over your brother?” Legolas asked, glancing to the small boy who was walking beside him.
Estel frowned and, with an overly dramatic sigh, kicked a clump of dirt from their track. “Ro said it would be funny. All I had to do was wait til El sat down. But when I grabbed his legs from under the table... well... the bowl went flying across the room... and landed on El's tunic...”
Smirking, the prince hid his own amusement at the mental image of Elladan covered in sugary blackberry juices.
It seemed that Erestor had been preparing to bake a blackberry pie at the time of Elrohir's ill-conceived prank, and poor Estel had gotten heavily involved in the caper. Thus, a bowl of blackberries in their own juice with sugar, became a flying disaster for the eldest of Elrond's sons. Legolas had walked into the kitchen only moments afterwards, too see Elrohir on the floor laughing and holding his sides while a rather incensed Elladan was tying to wipe the berries off his tunic.
The human child was nowhere to be seen at that point, and the Mirkwood Elf later found out that he had wisely run and was hiding in the library.
As punishment, Elrohir and Estel had been asked by Erestor to go pick more blackberries at the far end of the grounds. The twins however were soon called upon by Glorefindel for a hunt of Orcs near their border. While Elladan and Elrohir had invited Legolas to go along as well, the blond felt that his time might be better spent outside of battle for a while. He was, after all, still recovering from Morlan's death and the thought of such danger right now... well... it had turned his stomach from all thoughts of breakfast. Glorefindel understood better than most, it seemed, and had asked the prince to instead help Estel with his part of the punishment.
Of course, Elrohir was going to owe the Mirkwood prince later for this.
And so, Legolas walked beside Estel, his boots making not a sound on the small trail that led to a blackberry grove far at the edge of the Last Homey House. He watched the boy, who's steps were fat shorter than his own, and how he carried a basket that was nearly as big as the child himself! It was a wonder he didn't trip... but it seemed the grace of his adopted family had begun to rub off on him bit by bit.
Once at the bushes, Estel's eyes squinted as he looked at one clump of berries then the next, “Um... which ones do I pick?”
Legolas blinked, looking at the bushes for a moment before kneeling down. Lithe fingers reached out, plucking one of the ripe berries from the leaves and handing it to the boy. “If they are this color, then they are good to eat. Try it.” He said, picking another and popping it into his mouth.
Chewing on the berry, Estel scrunched up his face slightly, thinking about it's taste. “I like them better sweet. They're tart like this.”
“That is how they are supposed to taste.” Legolas commented, plucking another and eating it. “When in a pie or with cream however, they are sweetened.” he said as he ate another.
The child beside him started to laugh, “You're going to eat all the berries before we pick them, Legolas.”
Smiling, the prince stood once more, dusting off his knees. “I have a habit of doing that... But I can hardly help it. There is nothing better than berries in season.” He added, walking a few steps and starting to pull more berries from the bushes a little higher than the human could reach.
The two picked berry after berry, dropping them into Estel's waiting basket.
At one point, the boy got a bit distracted with a rather annoyed chipmunk who had been after the same fruits as they. It chattered at him, chasing the boy around the rows of bushes for a few minutes before Legolas' quick fingers snagged the tiny rodent and, offering it a berry as mean of appeasement, set him back in his tree.
Basket unattended, the Elf snagged a few more berries, eating them absently, before proceeding to explain how Estel could avoid such an encounter in the future. The last two berries in his fingers, Legolas placed in the tree for the chipmunk to find later.
At first, Estel never really noticed that his basket was getting lighter. The pair had filled it up quite nicely, though it became apparent on their return towards the kitchens that the small boy was just too tiny to manage carrying it the full way back. Gladly, Legolas offered to help...
And of course the prince couldn't help himself... dexterous fingers stealing one berry after another as he carried the basket.
By the time they reached the kitchen and Legolas placed the basket on the table, Estel's eyes went wide. The boy had hopped in a chair to look into the basket, only to find it half full!
“But it was full when we left! Honest, Erestor!” the small human tried to explain when the older Elf came to inspect the job done.
Of course Erestor arched an eyebrow at the boy, before glancing at Legolas. He smirked slightly, “I have the sneaking suspicion that you are telling the truth, Estel. Did you carry the basket back?”
The boy shook his head, “No... Legolas did.”
“I see...” that arched eyebrow fell on the Mirkwood prince then.
Smiling innocently, Legolas shrugged. “I have no idea what could have happened. The berries are there, yes?”
“Yes... and here too...” Erestor replied, licking his thumb and then suddenly rubbing a bit of blackberry juice stain off of corner of the blond Elf's lips.
Blinking in shock, Legolas froze.
Estel burst into laughter at that, having to sit on the chair so he didn't fall off it.
“You, Caun Legolas, are a horrible liar.” Erestor teased with a smile.
Seeing Estel laugh though... and the smile on the older Elf's face, Legolas blushed slightly, the very tips of his pointed ears turning a light pink shade.
“What can I say?” the prince asked with a shrug. “I love blackberries...?”
Merry laughed, the Hobbit practically beaming at the tale. His laughter only increased when he realized, in the fading light, that Legolas was blushing in embarrassment!
“You are horridly mean.” the Elf admonished his human friend, shaking a finger at him. “And there is nothing wrong with liking something.”
“There is when you try to get a boy in trouble for your own sticky fingers.” Aragorn laughed, smirking at the blond.
Legolas bristled, crossing his arms over his chest, just before he saw something come flying at him in the dark. Quickly the Elf caught the small satchel, arching an eyebrow at Aragorn quizzically.
“Open it.” the man said, nodding toward the gift.
Nimble fingers pulled the leather drawstring open, only to see it was filled to the brim with... blackberries. Taking one berry out, he popped it in his mouth.
Legolas let a slightly smug expression lighten on his face. “At least you remember how to apologize.”
“Was that what I did?” Aragorn asked with a chuckle... before Merry burst into laughter again.
Sighing, Legolas stared at the Hobbit, “What is it this time?”
“You're the chipmunk!” Merry blurted out, falling over onto his back on the bedroll and laughing.
Blue eyes went wide as Legolas looked immediately at the man... but Aragorn was absently whistling and putting things back into his pack, seemingly paying the Elf no mind whatsoever.
Instead of getting angry at the overly obvious comparison, the prince popped another blackberry into his mouth.
Regardless... He still loved blackberries...
END