Two tasty LOTR drabbles

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Featuring Mag the Cook. Posted here at cocoajava's instigation. Not mine (except Mag, of course); merely borrowed for 100 words.


Mag the Cook Remembers Boromir

Oh, he had a sweet tooth, our young lord Boromir! Whenever he returned home to us, safe and whole, I’d fix his favorites: breakfast cakes drizzled with ginger glaze; milky tea sweetened with honey and cinnamon; crisp duckling roasted with oranges and dates. He’d laugh, and kiss me, and call me his darling Mag. I’d shoo him away, but not before he’d grab a handful of sugared almonds, for later.

Now, every year on his birthday, my lord Faramir bakes ginger cakes, with his own hands, in memory. Not as good as mine, but Faramir tries his best, bless him.


Family Traditions

By the time the household is roused by his littlest sister’s cries of “Ada’s baking! Ada’s baking!” Faramir and Elboron had been at work for quite some time.

Two kinds of ginger: ground for the filling, candied for the glaze. He watches his father’s strong, callused hands kneading the dough, until… “Smooth as a baby’s bottom!” they sing out in unison, laughing, as always.

Then comes the moment when Elboron asks his question, as he does each year, knowing now that it is part of the tradition. “What was my uncle Boromir like?” And his father begins to tell him.

Comments

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Absolutely yummy drabbles. I love that Faramir bakes for his brother, too. :) And somehow, the phrase "Uncle Boromir" just turns me to mush!

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I'm so glad you liked it!
The Faramirist, for whom it was written, was not entirely pleased. "So Faramir's still being upstaged by his brother? Even with his own kid?" But when there's such a swashbuckling hero in the family, what kid can resist a bit of hero worship?