Whipping his head in the direction of the door and rising, all too quickly and frantically for someone of his status, Thranduil moved as swiftly as he could into the shadows surrounding the interior of the kitchen. Ordinarily he would have lied about his reason for being there with the pie if caught but seeing as how he was covered in flour there would be no believable lie ho could tell. And so the Elven King found himself hiding behind a few sacks of flour in his own kitchen. Had anyone seen him they would have surely thought it comical. The Great Elven King Thranduil huddled behind a pile of flour sacks like a child hiding from their parents after doing something bad. There was little time to think on it or adjust his position, however, as the large red wood doors to the kitchen were pushed open. Over the threshold came Himelon with a red eyed elfling in tow. The elfling was chattering about his favorite types of lizards and Himelon was occasionally interjecting with statements announcing his fascination with spiders and snakes.
"Alright then," Himelon cut off the bouncing chattering elfling with a clap of his hands as he strode bolding into the unfamiliar kitchen, "Something sweet...Pie?" The raven haired elf quirked an eyebrow and titled his head ever so slightly to the side as his eyes set on the freshly baked pies sitting on the counter. It was as if someone knew exactly why they had come down there. Of course that was nonsense but there did seem to be pie that had magically appeared there seeing as how no one seemed to be in the vicinity.
"I like pie." the red eyed elfling practically purred as he spotted the sweet treat practically begging for him to come and eat it, "Let's eat the pie!" The small child made a run for the pie only to be caught and restrained by the raven haired elf who's gaze had suddenly glazed over.
"How do we know it's not a poison treat meant for the King?" Himelon's gaze was distant and almost seemed nostalgic. Most elves wouldn't think of such a thing. Cowardly assassinations involving poison were ordinarily the deeds of humans and dwarves. Yet it was not entirely unheard of and the mysterious pie would be a prime candidate for it. Everyone liked pie so what better food to poison or drug.
"No one does that stuff in Greenwood!" the now squirming red eyed elfling protested with a slight whine, "Please can we eat it?" The youth tried his best to make a cute "puppy" face at the male restraining him. He wanted that pie and didn't particularly care if it was somehow drugged. As far as the child's logic went the pie was there when they were going to get some kind of treat anyway so why not eat it?
"I will try some first…" Himelon trailed off as he set the child back down on solid ground, "…to make sure its safe." As the red eyed elfling pouted slightly and Himelon reached for the fork to try the pie, Thranduil was trying his best not to jump out of his hiding place and reprimand Himelon for thinking the pie was poison and tell both of them to leave his treat alone. He'd baked it to help relieve his stress and make him feel better. Not to feed any random elf who happened to walk in. Despite feeling more than a little put out Thranduil also couldn't help the intrigue that was sneaking into his mind. What would Himelon do once the pies were deemed safe?
"Well?" the red eyed youth huffed tapping his foot lightly, "Poison? Drugged?" The impatient tapping of the elfling's foot only added to the tense air in the kitchen.
"Blueberry." was the only reply to come from the raven haired food checking elf. A delighted squeal escaped the elfling's lips as he hopped up on a stool to take a piece of the pie. The youth really did love blueberry pie. He went and had three full slices before stopping with a cooed sigh and a yawn. As the elfling reclined on the seat he'd hopped up in Himelon began scanning the room for the would be baker. As the elfling cooed about how much he'd enjoyed the pie Himelon had gotten a whiff of a scent that didn't belong. It was the scent of juniper and gardenia with a hint of eucalyptus and mint. It was a scent that was distinct to expensive body wash and Himelon was fairly certain he'd smelled it before on a certain starlight haired King.
"You should be getting on home now…" the raven haired elf began as he rose slowly and followed the scent to the far left of the room, "Your parents must be wondering where you could be at this hour." The red eyed elfling gave a small nod and a "Yes sir." before scampering off. Himelon waited until he heard the dull thud of the door before he advanced to the corner of the room where the scent was the strongest. It was faint to begin with and in the highly perfumed halls of Greenwood Himelon had barely even noticed it. What had made him notice it was the memory it evoked. The way the starlight haired male had glided across the floor of the throne room only to get within inches of him. Invading Himelon's personal space yet again in the healing chambers had engrained the scent into his mind. No matter how much Himelon's logic told him he was hallucinating and becoming obsessed with the King the scent of the body wash was strongest in the far left corner of the room. Right behind a pile of flour sacks. Now why would anyone be hiding behind flour sacks?