Characters/Pairing: Galadriel, Lúthien, Celeborn
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Celeborn follows the smell of baking and the sound of giggling to the kitchens. They are mostly deserted, which is odd, but the two he finds in a corner, sipping wine and surrounded by spices, are odder still.
Lúthien has flour in her hair, and Galadriel sports a dark smudge across her nose. Neither seem to notice, deep in a discussion of the subtle differences between nutmeg and mace.
Lúthien sees him first, and greets him with a bright smile. “Celeborn! Have you seen all the spices the traders brought? There are so many new things we can make, now!”
In addition to pies and cakes and things, Galadriel has brought with her from the West a delicious recipe for mulled wine. Lúthien insists that Celeborn sit down to enjoy a goblet, and sweeps up the ingredients to make some more. Celeborn thinks she has had more than a goblet herself, for he does not think he has seen her quite so giddy before.
His suspicions are further supported when she knocks over the ground pepper, sending up a cloud that has them all sneezing. Laughing, Galadriel cleans it up, and Lúthien hands Celeborn a goblet of warm, red wine.
As Lúthien bends to get a loaf of cinnamon bread from the oven, she watches Celeborn and Galadriel as the latter raises a slender eyebrow. “Is something wrong?” She is practically daring Celeborn to criticize her recipe, while he frowns thoughtfully into his goblet.
“No,” he says, looking up. “It is delicious.”
“Then why do you frown?”
“I do not recognize all of the spices. What is in it?”
“Nutmeg, among many other things.” Galadriel tosses her hair over her shoulder as Celeborn leans over the table, searching for the spice in question. “It is this one, beside the mace.”