Character: Estel – Aragorn, Faramir and Elves
Source: Pre-and Post-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth, Kortirion created these drabbles.
Notes: jay_of_lasgalen requested a campfire with Aragorn and Elves, plus a happier Faramir for curiouswombat and fileg
fawsley - first I have to read that chapter before I can write a firelight drabble from the Trollshaws. ;-p
There was a knack to pan-bread that he’d not quite mastered – though he thought his traveller’s bread perfectly acceptable... others didn’t. The three elves who suddenly appeared beside his small camp-fire wrinkled their noses, and the one brave enough to taste, spat it out without ceremony.
Estel was mildly affronted, “There’s nothing wrong with that!”
“No – not if you care to eat book-paste fried in axle grease.”
Estel surrendered his skillet. Illuminated by firelight, deft fingers soon kneaded flour, salt, water and some nearby ransoms into white dough that crisped nicely in the oiled pan.
Estel smiled, company felt good.
Faramir sniffed appreciatively. The King and his Steward could not venture far from their duties, but occasionally both agreed to become rangers again, if only for one night under the stars... at least now they’d the option to only camp out in fine weather!
Firelight formed a little pocket of golden brightness among Ithilien’s woods – suddenly... two elves appeared from the shadows.
One stood forward, “I would know the odour of fried book-paste anywhere!”
Aragorn laughed aloud, “Lindir! Come to give me another cookery lesson?”
“Indeed, since you seem not to remember the last one!”
Faramir smiled, company felt good.