Chapter Four: Legolas' French Fries
One day, while digging out his freezer, Legolas discovered a bag of frozen French fries! Now, I'm pretty sure that they did not have any freezers of anything of that such back in Middle Earth, but I insist, they did, or at least pretend so anyhow.
Anyways, Legolas was absolutely intrigued about this mysterious packet, but it was in the freezer, so he thought it might as well be edible. There was a label that told you cooking instructions, so he was pretty sure now that it wasn't some sort of wild experiment or anything.
"Let's see…" He began. "Oil… dump in the whole bag…" And Legolas did. Now I'm sure they didn't have any stoves back in Middle Earth, but as before, they did, or at least pretend so anyhow.
And Legolas did just that; oblivious that he read the instructions wrong and added a little too much oil. You couldn't blame him though, it was written not in his language, and he could easily have over sited things.
"Okay… oil will boil… Hmm… I think I added a little too much… Oh, what's this? Caution: do not over use oil, or beware of boiling oil that may come in contact of you if too close…" Legolas realized what he was reading. Although I never fried any French fries in my life, I do know that the oil does have a tendency to spring up and hit you. From past experiences like that except with really big incense sticks, very hot things hurts.
"OH NO!" Legolas gasped as he ran out of the room and locked the door; just in time to hear a big crackle and the sound of boiling oil with French fries erupt. "Good thing Father just left to meet someone two hours ago…" He sighed in relief as he decided to see what happened to the kitchen, but first he decided that he really needed to wash his hands because he did not like to have just touched some icky potatoes, even though he didn't know that.
-X- After Legolas has washed his hands -X-
Slowly, Legolas crept back into the kitchen. It was quite a disaster. Everything was a bit singed in oil, but the French fries… Surprisingly, the French fries weren't burnt up in ashes, having leapt out of the pan along with the oil and now laid scattered around the floor.
Sighing, and figuring that he might as well punish himself for his carelessness, Legolas popped some French fries into his mouth, hoping they tasted bad so he would remind himself NEVER to do that AGAIN. Unfortunately for him, they tasted better than he though, despite the fact that they were littered over the floor and must have been covered by billions of eubacteria. So poor Legolas made it a task that he would clean up every bit of mess he had made.
"Now I know why Father said Elfish was a far better language than all the rest…" He sighed as he went and retrieved a sponge. Not before he had eaten all of the French fries first. Like they always say, you should never waste good, er, bad food… Something like that…
So now concludes another highly unlikely chapter…