Can't sleep, Clowns will get me...
Jun. 8th, 2004 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanSo 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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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.
Timeline (fiction only, most recent version, includes AU) first previous next last
