This is for you Lady Ambreanna! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
The Secret Life of Arwen Undomiel
Arwen sat underneath her canopy next to her father and watched as all the other elves dug into the wonderful feast laid out before them. She wished she could enjoy her food as much as they did but she had been taught that ladies do not scarf down their food. As the head cook set a plate in front of her of roast boar she picked up her spoon, which was a secret message that she would see him later that night in her chambers. The head cook bowed his head to show he understood and scurried over to his kitchen to get ready for tonight.
Arwen ate daintily as she had been taught. She looked around at the other elven women eating hardly anything and couldn't help but feel sorry for them. She would have to talk to the head cook about that. Elrond noticed that his daughter looked downcast and gave himself a mental reminder to talk to her later.
A few hours after the feast a knock came at Arwen's door. She looked up from brushing her hair and knocked twice on the door. An answering knock came and she hurriedly opened the door. And there stood the head cook carrying a big platter with a cover dish hiding what was underneath it.
"Come in Carand. Come in." She ushered him in and closed the door. Carand set the platter on her desk and dramatically pulled the cover dish off the food. As the tantalizing smells greeted her nose she cried, "Oh, you're so good to me Carand!"
"Anything for m' lady," he said bowing.
"Oh, Carand I was wondering if you could do something else for me." And she told him she would like him to deliver whatever food he had in the kitchens to the other ladies of the elven court.
Carand bowed and said he would see what he could do. He bowed himself out of her rooms and shook his head. Feed all the ladies of the court after the feasts they had each night! She was crazy! But he had to do what she asked.
Arwen sat down at her desk and took inventory of what the head cook had brought her. She salivated as she saw a whole fried chicken, a rack of barbecued ribs, several cobs of corn slathered with butter, slabs of watermelon and a whole chocolate cake with whipped cream and cherries on top.
She dug in with relish and attacked the fried chicken first. It was loaded with all sorts of fats that dripped down her chin. She made a halfhearted wipe at her chin with a napkin and continued with her binge. She then ate about half of the ribs. The sauce was so messy it looked like a little kid that had gotten into her mother's makeup and had drawn on her face with lipstick. She ate the corn next and the melted butter dripped onto her clothes. Next she sank her teeth into the watermelon and the red juice soaked through her white clothes. It looked like she was bleeding from somewhere there was so much watermelon juice. When she was done with that she turned her attention to the chocolate cake. As she took a big bite and some of the chocolate frosting had fallen onto her now ruined white robes a knock came at her door. She gave a muffled answer and her father Elrond came in concerned that something was wrong.
When he saw the mess that was his daughter and saw the left over food on her desk he cried, "Barbecued ribs! Corn on the cob! Arwen! How could you keep this from me!?"
Arwen swallowed her mouthful of chocolate cake and hung her head ashamed. "I'm sorry, ada."
Elrond's eyes lit up and he cried as he rushed over, "I LOVE RIBS AND CORN ON THE COB! MOVE OVER!"
Arwen looked at her father surprised and got him another chair and he dug into the food and when he was done he looked just as messy as her. They laughed at each other for the messes they had on their faces and clothes. Then Arwen got her pitcher and basin and they both washed up as much as they could.
Elrond asked her about the food and she answered she was tired of being hungry because she had been taught not to eat too much. And Elrond asked why she had looked downcast during the feast and she replied she felt sorry for the other ladies who couldn't get food after the feast in secret like her but she had all ready told the cook to feed them after the feasts. Elrond thought over this for a while.
"How often do you do this?"
"About once a week," she answered sheepishly.
"Tell me next time so we can enjoy the food together my daughter!"
Arwen laughed and they cleaned up the leftovers. Arwen put the platter and cover dish outside her door, which would be gone by morning. Arwen hugged her father before he left to go to his rooms. When he had left she changed into her sleeping robes and looked around at her room, which showed no hint of the gorge fest earlier.
Nothing suspicious here.
