Chapter 9: Curry
Disclaimer: I kowtow to Tolkien. Satisfied?
Some more memories crop up. In case you haven't noticed, we used a lot of old memories in here.
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So they had fish(ssssss....) for lunch, and venison. And so they would have to kill some more deer. Not that Sara or Diana were complaining, nor Polinn.
By the end of the day they had brought down three more young bucks, and Sara and Diana had succeeded in teaching the rest to post. The party wound its way down the wooded paths back to Imladris.
Gwen and Pris rode up to join the conversation that was going on between Diana and Sara. Erestor gave them a sour look. He still had sand in his hair, made all the more obvious because of its dark colour.
"Elrond will sooooo kill us."
"So," Sara grinned. "If we're going to die *anyway*.........."
"It doesn't matter how soon or how far into the future!" Pris finished.
"Lemme see......." Gwen mused.
"Oh! I got one!" Shuwen joined in. "We could introduce them to nice, spicy *Indian* curry!"
"I liked green better."
"'Taint be *hot* enough!"
"It's bad enough for us." Shuwen sniggered. "I wonder how sharp senses take it......"
[A/N: To those of you unfamiliar with curry, there are three main types - green, or Thai curry, Malay curry, and the worst of the lot, Indian curry. Don't ask me but Indians seem to have an extraordinary resistance and liking for spicy stuff.]
Later that night during dinner, the nine children staggered out of the kitchen with a huge steaming cauldron of bubbling red-yellow liquid.
Setting it reverently on the table, Silei turned to the elves.
"This, my good elves, is curry, a popular food from our world. *Enjoy*....."
Then the girls helped themselves, leaving the elves wavering whether they should try. The curry fragrance wafted temptingly through the room, sweet and spicy.
Lindir cast it a dubious look.
"Heru-nin, are you positively sure it's safe?"
"If *they're* eating it, I do believe it is relatively un-poisoned."
Inez sniggered.
"We might be going suicidal, for all you know."
From the far end of the table, both Erestor and Glorfindel paled. They had just been about to get some.
Claire rolled her eyes.
"Did you really take that? Even our teachers didn't fall for that one!"
Her statement earned her loud glares from the others and several tugs on the ponytail.
"Oops."
That did it. Seeing there was no danger, Glorifindel filled his bowl and took a spoonful.
Cough cough choke splutter gasp. The golden-haired elf reached for his glass......
Keeping a straight face, Polinn turned to Shuwen.
"How much powder *did* we put in anyway?"
"As much as that stall vendor gave us last time."
"Which is?"
"A bowlful. Why?"
[A/N: The more curry powder, the worse it gets. Also, the less diluted, the worse.]
Then there was a gasp from Glorfindel.
"The wine's SALTY!!!!"
That was the last straw. The girls fell over each other laughing. Glorfindel had to make a break fot the nearest toilet. Elrond hit his head hard on the table. The result was a hollow "clunk". That made the girls laugh even harder. Erestor decided it would be a good idea to leave before Elrond came round. He had a very good idea of his lord's temper. Lindir and the others took the example and vacated the room.
Still gasping, the children cut and ran for the stables in unison.
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Yay, one whole free week to post like mad.
Disclaimer: I kowtow to Tolkien. Satisfied?
Some more memories crop up. In case you haven't noticed, we used a lot of old memories in here.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So they had fish(ssssss....) for lunch, and venison. And so they would have to kill some more deer. Not that Sara or Diana were complaining, nor Polinn.
By the end of the day they had brought down three more young bucks, and Sara and Diana had succeeded in teaching the rest to post. The party wound its way down the wooded paths back to Imladris.
Gwen and Pris rode up to join the conversation that was going on between Diana and Sara. Erestor gave them a sour look. He still had sand in his hair, made all the more obvious because of its dark colour.
"Elrond will sooooo kill us."
"So," Sara grinned. "If we're going to die *anyway*.........."
"It doesn't matter how soon or how far into the future!" Pris finished.
"Lemme see......." Gwen mused.
"Oh! I got one!" Shuwen joined in. "We could introduce them to nice, spicy *Indian* curry!"
"I liked green better."
"'Taint be *hot* enough!"
"It's bad enough for us." Shuwen sniggered. "I wonder how sharp senses take it......"
[A/N: To those of you unfamiliar with curry, there are three main types - green, or Thai curry, Malay curry, and the worst of the lot, Indian curry. Don't ask me but Indians seem to have an extraordinary resistance and liking for spicy stuff.]
Later that night during dinner, the nine children staggered out of the kitchen with a huge steaming cauldron of bubbling red-yellow liquid.
Setting it reverently on the table, Silei turned to the elves.
"This, my good elves, is curry, a popular food from our world. *Enjoy*....."
Then the girls helped themselves, leaving the elves wavering whether they should try. The curry fragrance wafted temptingly through the room, sweet and spicy.
Lindir cast it a dubious look.
"Heru-nin, are you positively sure it's safe?"
"If *they're* eating it, I do believe it is relatively un-poisoned."
Inez sniggered.
"We might be going suicidal, for all you know."
From the far end of the table, both Erestor and Glorfindel paled. They had just been about to get some.
Claire rolled her eyes.
"Did you really take that? Even our teachers didn't fall for that one!"
Her statement earned her loud glares from the others and several tugs on the ponytail.
"Oops."
That did it. Seeing there was no danger, Glorifindel filled his bowl and took a spoonful.
Cough cough choke splutter gasp. The golden-haired elf reached for his glass......
Keeping a straight face, Polinn turned to Shuwen.
"How much powder *did* we put in anyway?"
"As much as that stall vendor gave us last time."
"Which is?"
"A bowlful. Why?"
[A/N: The more curry powder, the worse it gets. Also, the less diluted, the worse.]
Then there was a gasp from Glorfindel.
"The wine's SALTY!!!!"
That was the last straw. The girls fell over each other laughing. Glorfindel had to make a break fot the nearest toilet. Elrond hit his head hard on the table. The result was a hollow "clunk". That made the girls laugh even harder. Erestor decided it would be a good idea to leave before Elrond came round. He had a very good idea of his lord's temper. Lindir and the others took the example and vacated the room.
Still gasping, the children cut and ran for the stables in unison.
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Yay, one whole free week to post like mad.