Gondorian Muffins
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tasty_ficsTitle: Gondorian Muffins
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Boromir makes muffins
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien
Notes: Pure silliness! Originally posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" "Bean Squee" and my journal back in November 2003. The first in a small series of food!porn fics.
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle and my journal only.
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muck_a_luck
Born from her recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip muffins, and then putting the idea of Manly Men in the kitchen in my head!
For the recipe, click here
Gondorian Muffins
Boromir stood in Elrond's kitchen, stirring the contents of a large bowl with a wooden spoon. His companion was leaning against a cupboard, watching intently with a smile playing around his lips.
“I had no idea the Stewards sons were taught to cook!”
Boromir shot him a withering look.
“This is baking, Aragorn, not cooking.”
“Oh. I stand corrected.”
“Actually, you're standing in the way. Pass me the chocolate chips.”
A confused Aragorn stared at him.
“In the cupboard behind you on the second shelf. Left hand side.”
“How do you know… ? Oh never mind!”
Aragorn pulled open the cupboard door, and rummaging sounds filled the kitchen. Finding a large jar of chocolate chips, he emerged from the cupboard, already opening the lid, eyes bright.
“Ooo, chocolate! The Elves usually use carob in their muffins.”
Boromir took the jar from him, slapping his had away as it dipped in to pick out more chips.
“While carob has its uses, when it comes to muffins, chocolate is always my first choice.”
Boromir tipped a generous helping of chips into the bowl, gave the contents a final stir, and spooned the mixture into the waiting muffin pans. Aragorn opened the oven, and helped to slide the pans in. Boromir had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Now we wait for half an hour.”
“Half an hour? What are we going to do for half an hour?”
Boromir raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the Ranger.
“Oh, I could think of a few things we could do.”
Aragorn swallowed, suddenly aware of how close Boromir was standing, and waited for his next move. He felt hot breath on his neck, and a husky voice in his ear.
“Want to help me lick out the bowl?
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary: Boromir makes muffins
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien
Notes: Pure silliness! Originally posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" "Bean Squee" and my journal back in November 2003. The first in a small series of food!porn fics.
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle and my journal only.
This is extreme silliness, and it's entirely down to
muck_a_luckBorn from her recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip muffins, and then putting the idea of Manly Men in the kitchen in my head!
For the recipe, click here
Gondorian Muffins
Boromir stood in Elrond's kitchen, stirring the contents of a large bowl with a wooden spoon. His companion was leaning against a cupboard, watching intently with a smile playing around his lips.
“I had no idea the Stewards sons were taught to cook!”
Boromir shot him a withering look.
“This is baking, Aragorn, not cooking.”
“Oh. I stand corrected.”
“Actually, you're standing in the way. Pass me the chocolate chips.”
A confused Aragorn stared at him.
“In the cupboard behind you on the second shelf. Left hand side.”
“How do you know… ? Oh never mind!”
Aragorn pulled open the cupboard door, and rummaging sounds filled the kitchen. Finding a large jar of chocolate chips, he emerged from the cupboard, already opening the lid, eyes bright.
“Ooo, chocolate! The Elves usually use carob in their muffins.”
Boromir took the jar from him, slapping his had away as it dipped in to pick out more chips.
“While carob has its uses, when it comes to muffins, chocolate is always my first choice.”
Boromir tipped a generous helping of chips into the bowl, gave the contents a final stir, and spooned the mixture into the waiting muffin pans. Aragorn opened the oven, and helped to slide the pans in. Boromir had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Now we wait for half an hour.”
“Half an hour? What are we going to do for half an hour?”
Boromir raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the Ranger.
“Oh, I could think of a few things we could do.”
Aragorn swallowed, suddenly aware of how close Boromir was standing, and waited for his next move. He felt hot breath on his neck, and a husky voice in his ear.
“Want to help me lick out the bowl?
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