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Chapter One: Arwen's Fruit Cake
One day, well, the day before Arwen's beloved husband Aragorn's birthday, Arwen decided that the cakes out there were simply detestable. Now, we probably think there was no birthday cake back in there time, but there was. Or at least pretend so.
Anyhow, Arwen decided that she herself should make the cake!!! So off she went, gliding from cupboard to cupboard, gathering all of her ingredients for her fruitcake. She grabbed bags of flour, sticks of butter, and cups of sugar, and of course, fruits!
So off she went, stirring and baking, and of course, adding in all of those fruits. It looked absolutely flawless, beautiful layers of pure white vanilla frosting. Little fruits covering the top…
-X- One Day Later… -X-
"Happy birthday my dear!" Arwen gushed as she pecked him lightly on the lips. "I have baked a special cake, just for you!" She smiled.
"Ah… I believe it would be absolutely delicious!" Smiled back Aragorn, COMPLETELY oblivious to Arwen's cooking, seeing the cooks had always, well, cooked!!!
So the feast started. And followed was Arwen's birthday cake for her beloved Aragorn.
"Arwen, I never knew you could cook so well!" Exclaimed Aragorn, observing Arwen's work.
"But you have yet to taste it!" Laughed Arwen, cutting him a slice.
Aragorn incautiously took a fine silver fork, and ate a bit of the cake, stopping in mid-chew.
He looked as if he was very mystified by what was in the cake, but nonetheless, there was no choking, or throwing up involved. Instead, he swallowed. Wow.
"Arwen, might I ask what you put in the, uh, splendid cake?" Aragorn asked.
"Oh! Fruits of course!" Arwen told him. "You know, tomatoes, maize, green peppers, pumpkins…" She went on and on naming all of those fruits some of us mistake for vegetables. Aragorn and the rest of the guests just looked at her with widened eyes. Not because they learned what was in the cake, they had been force to eat the cake, or the Lady might be very upset. And an upset Arwen meant a stressed Aragorn. And a stressed Aragorn meant, well…