Legolas, looked frightfully around, his sharp eyes caught a wooden sign, "Can-die Cane Forest..." he attempted to read out loud. He looked beyond the sign and funny looking trees and saw, in the distance, a log cabin with smoke billowing from its chimney. He began heading north toward the house... or at least he thought he was.
Upon reaching the house a heavy smell of spices hit him. Hesitantly, Legolas knocked on the door giving himself a feeling foreboding, reminding him of a childhood story he was told to by his nannies.
An old, fairly short, kind looking lady with an apron on, opened the door. She smiled at Legolas like an old friend but soon her smile faltered a bit, for she spotted Legolas' bow and arrows.
"Hello!" she said very perkily. "Please do come in, you look frightfully cold out there."
Legolas looked down at the women, recognizing she spoke in some kind of common tongue, he said, "Thank-you." Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, the lady escorted the tall elf to one of the soft armchairs in front of the fireplace.
The women went to a black iron oven and took out the sweet smelling cookies.
"Let me guess," she said without looking at Legolas, who was warming his feet by the fire. "you're a hunter." she smiled.
The elf looked up, a bit surprized.
"Now let me ask you something; what kind of man, like yourself, could think they could hunt and survive up here with what clothes you have on?"
Before Legolas could speak, the woman spoke again. "Hmm?" she looked at him, "Well anyway, some cookies and hot chocolate will warm you up in no time." She placed a plate of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate in front of him.
He murmured another thank-you and took a cookie.
Just as she opened her mouth to talk again she noticed Legolas make a face of disgust after taking a bite of cookie and a sip of hot chocolate. "Anything the matter? Oh, I probably made the hot chocolate too hot!" she said, looking flustered.
Legolas stopped her and gave an answer, as nicely as he could. "I do not like sweet biscuits or chocolate, I am sorry."
The lady blinked a couple of times before smiling. "No need to be sorry," she took the plate and mug away. "by the way, my name is Gloria Clause."
Upon reaching the house a heavy smell of spices hit him. Hesitantly, Legolas knocked on the door giving himself a feeling foreboding, reminding him of a childhood story he was told to by his nannies.
An old, fairly short, kind looking lady with an apron on, opened the door. She smiled at Legolas like an old friend but soon her smile faltered a bit, for she spotted Legolas' bow and arrows.
"Hello!" she said very perkily. "Please do come in, you look frightfully cold out there."
Legolas looked down at the women, recognizing she spoke in some kind of common tongue, he said, "Thank-you." Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, the lady escorted the tall elf to one of the soft armchairs in front of the fireplace.
The women went to a black iron oven and took out the sweet smelling cookies.
"Let me guess," she said without looking at Legolas, who was warming his feet by the fire. "you're a hunter." she smiled.
The elf looked up, a bit surprized.
"Now let me ask you something; what kind of man, like yourself, could think they could hunt and survive up here with what clothes you have on?"
Before Legolas could speak, the woman spoke again. "Hmm?" she looked at him, "Well anyway, some cookies and hot chocolate will warm you up in no time." She placed a plate of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate in front of him.
He murmured another thank-you and took a cookie.
Just as she opened her mouth to talk again she noticed Legolas make a face of disgust after taking a bite of cookie and a sip of hot chocolate. "Anything the matter? Oh, I probably made the hot chocolate too hot!" she said, looking flustered.
Legolas stopped her and gave an answer, as nicely as he could. "I do not like sweet biscuits or chocolate, I am sorry."
The lady blinked a couple of times before smiling. "No need to be sorry," she took the plate and mug away. "by the way, my name is Gloria Clause."