Thank you all for reviewing, guys! As a little side note, all of these stories will be canon with any longer Mirkwood stories that I write, unless I specifically label it AU. I was also wondering if you would prefer it if I put more than one drabble in each chapter. I was doing one at a time for the sake of convenience for people looking through the index, since I'm labeling the main characters in each, but I'd like to know what you think.
Get used to it people- most of these are going to have Galion in them. :P It's tricky keeping him out, considering that he's my muse, and that there aren't many canon elves in Mirkwood. Hope you don't mind...
#21: Stealing
His blue eyes narrowed in concentration, Legolas crawled into the kitchens of the halls of the Elvenking. As he stayed as low to the ground as possible, crawling under tables and pressing himself against every available wall, the elfling strove to stay silent, but couldn't help but giggle with excitement at the thought of what he was about to do. He was going to swipe a piece of Galion's famous lembas.
Galion's lembas was not only famous- it was rock-hard, and almost indigestible. The butler, when confronted with this fact, would claim that it was meant to be hard; it was, after all, a food made to be eaten while travelling, and travelling food was always hard. Legolas, therefore, had no desire to eat the lembas; rather, it was the bravado that drove him onwards. Not just anyone could steal something from under Galion's watchful, though oft-distracted, eye. Only a mighty warrior could do such a thing, thought Legolas, stifling another giggle as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
Then, Legolas realized who was glaring poisonously down at him over the counter's edge. The prince glanced as casually as possible up towards the butler.
"Hullo, Galion," said Legolas.
"Hullo yourself," said Galion. "I do hope that you're not planning on stealing any lembas?"
Legolas blinked. "W-well..."
"I'll give you three seconds to decide whether or not you are stealing it," said Galion. "One... Two..."
But Legolas had already vanished, darting away nervously out of the kitchen. Galion gave a smug smile, satisfied with the way that he had handled the situation. Turning his attention back towards his task, he picked up a piece of lembas, then frowned, displeased with its texture. Muttering something along the lines of, "the recipe needs more work," he tossed it out of the kitchen window, albeit with great panache, then stalked away.
