Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
*Tharhîwon is a regular character in some of my stories - an orphaned elfling he was adopted by Frodo in The West when it became clear that he had no living relatives there. He has featured here in drabbles before - specifically those written for the Mulled Wine Challenges last year.
Tharhîwon needed to think and so retired to the kitchen, where everything was too low for comfort, but reminded him of Adar and Uncle Sam.
Absentmindedly nibbling on Uncle Sam’s favourite cheese (‘like a good bit of Bywater’) he began to break up the loaf sugar as Adar had shown him that first Mid-winter.
Adar said they had been greatly relieved to find Western elves knew how to make sugar from beets and they wouldn’t have to adapt their family recipes to honey.
Pounding the sugar was good for thinking; he felt better already.
Now to experiment a little. He mixed the oh-so-familiar dough but added, not pounded cinnamon bark as he usually did, but caraway seeds instead. Both Adar’s cinnamon biscuits and Uncle Sam’s seed cake were favourites of Gimli – he would surely enjoy caraway biscuits.
As this new combination of aromas filled the ‘smial’ Tharhîwon remembered Adar saying that the recipes they left were a hobbit’s form of immortality.
But he remembered, too, Uncle Sam adding, “Hold on to our recipes, lad, and remember us when you use them. But if you are a true son of a hobbit you’ll never be afraid to add your own twist.”