Authors note: This is my first published story. Please be gentile. Oh and I do not own anything.
Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas sat at the long table in the kitchen. It had become one of their favorite spots to be together without all the fuss around them.
The only one in there with them was Palanith, the cook. She was young, but run the kitchen like a true king would run his country. When the king and his friends were there,
no other staff was working in that aria, just herself. The porridge was in a big pot hanging over the fire. The woman had red cheeks from standing near the fire.
The cakes she had made were standing on the table. Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other.
As quiet and soft as the elf could, he reached over to the cakes, but as soon as his hand was over the cooking plate Palanith turned around so quickly that
she could hit his hand with a wooden spoon. Aragorn and Gimli looked in amazement at Legolas who rubbed his hand. Then they both started laughing.
"My lady, you are truly fast."
"I am not a lady." was the answer. "And if one of you touch those cookies again it will be the hot spoon."
The tone of joy was clearly in her voice, and sparkles of mischief twinkled in her eyes.
