Can't sleep, Clowns will get me...

So of course I'm drabbling instead:

Kindred Spirit

“You’ve got to cook with your nose,” he tells me, as if I haven’t been master of Rivendell’s kitchens for a thousand years, so I set him loose in the pantry, watching him concoct a posset for his master which ignores all I have learned about which spices summon sleep. And yet when he shares a spoonful with me and we debate whether or not to add more sugar I know that here is another who will always be welcome in my domain.

I do not tell him which spices are hardest to replace. I made that mistake with Bilbo.


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Can't sleep, Clowns will get me...

So of course I'm drabbling instead:

Kindred Spirit

“You’ve got to cook with your nose,” he tells me, as if I haven’t been master of Rivendell’s kitchens for a thousand years, so I set him loose in the pantry, watching him concoct a posset for his master which ignores all I have learned about which spices summon sleep. And yet when he shares a spoonful with me and we debate whether or not to add more sugar I know that here is another who will always be welcome in my domain.

I do not tell him which spices are hardest to replace. I made that mistake with Bilbo.


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