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A Tale of Legolas Greenleaf - Part 2 : Mince Pies

ʚ Characters : Legolas x Thranduil x Anwen (Thranduil’s new wife / Stepmother to Legolas) x Fem. Reader (indirectly)

ʚ Word Count : 1252 words

ʚ Summary: Legolas goes full speed ahead in his quest to make the perfect mince pie in order to impress his step-mother’s cousin, only to realize he needs help. Lots of it.

ʚ Author’s notes: There will be a master-list of all chapters on the pinned post of my blog, under “A tale of Legolas Greenleaf.”

Part three will be uploaded next Sunday, the 8th of May.

And May the 4th be with you all!

ʚ Translations: Asar –o Galadi (Festival of lights)

Man naneth: Good Mother (formal) Also used as a term for stepmother, sometimes shortened to the more informal and affectionate ma-neth.

Nin réd: My son ( formal) | Ni-réd: My son (informal / when said in affection)

A im will ú- gar- i dan cin: And I will not hold that against you.

Link for translations: https://funtranslations.com/elvish

Two days after their return, Thranduil, when searching for his son, came upon him in the kitchens. “Legolas?” He looked on in confusion. “What on earth is going on here?”

Legolas wiped his nose and looked up. Here he was, covered in flour, with a tray of sorrowful looking pies in front of him. He thanked his stars Gimli and Tauriel had gone hunting with some of the others, for he would not have heard the end of it if they had stayed behind to watch.

“I am baking,” said he. “Adar.”

Thranduil turned his attention to a frustrated looking cook. “Bäri?”

“He just marched in here this morning, my King,” Bäri huffed and started wiping down the table. While the prince may not have minded working in cluttered conditions, he most certainly did. “Was adamant on making pies.”

Thranduil did a double take, because his son never took an interest in baking or cooking. What brought this on? “Whatever for?”

Legolas winced. Now he would have to tell his father the true purpose of his little endeavor, and he would have preferred speaking to his stepmother first.

“They are for lady y/n, Adar,” Legolas heard more footsteps, and a woman’s voice. His stepmother’s, he thought in relief.

Lady Y/n. His queen’s cousin. “And may I ask why you are making them for her, ni-réd ?”

“My goodness,” Queen Anwen walked into the kitchens and took in the scene before her. “What happened in here?”

“My son is making pies,” Thranduil eyed the pastry with suspicion. “For your cousin, lady y/n.”

“Legolas,” Anwen sniffed at the air and tried hard not to grimace at the pungent smells that floated all around her. “What sort of pies did you make?”

“Mince pies,” said Legolas in a rush. “I heard your cousin likes mince pies, and…”

“Those are not mince pies,” said Anwen, even as Bäri threw his hands up in frustration. “Mince pies? Not just pies?”

Legolas looked at the pastries, then at his stepmother. “What do you mean, Ma-neth?”

“You used pork.”

As someone who enjoyed a good dish of pork, Legolas was confused. “And?”

“Mince pies are made with dried fruit soaked in wine or brandy.” she said gently. “Not meat. And why are you making them for my cousin?”

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Legolas wanted to crawl into a corner somewhere and hide. Here he was, a great archer, the only one of his kin to take down a fully grown Mûmakil, yet his knees turned to jelly at the very thought of giving words to his feelings towards lady y/n.

“Legolas?” Curiosity got the better of Anwen and she picked up a pie. “You can tell us, we will not get angry.”

“I like her, alright. I like lady y/n. I think she is very beautiful and witty, and I would like to court her, if she desires it, that is,” said Legolas, in a rush. “And if you approve, that is.”

“And what makes you think I will not?” Anwen asked in amusement.

“She is your cousin, and since you are her guardian and made certain decisions on her behalf, I thought…”

“Y/n is perfectly capable of making her own decisions,” Anwen eyed the pie she was holding, debating if she should still go ahead and eat it. “No one will stand in your way, do not fret.”

That pleased him no end, but Legolas needed his father’s approval as well, for Thranduil was his king, not just his father. “Adar?”

“I will happily give my blessings to you both,” as surprised as he was, Thranduil wanted to see his son happy. “You know that.”

Legolas beamed. “Wonderful. How are the pies?” Even he too started to eye them with suspicion. “I know they are not what they were… supposed to be, but what do you think? Are they good for a first attempt?”

Anwen took a bite, and fought the urge to make several strange faces. “Gamy,” said she. “And… very… interesting.”

Thranduil took one bite and regretted it almost instantly. The pie shell had no taste and the pork was flavoured with the strangest herbs and spices he could think of. “You made this,” That one bite alone was a struggle to swallow. “Yourself?”

Bäri looked apologetically at the king. “The prince insisted. Refused all of my offers to help, if you know what I mean.”

“A im will ú- gar- i dan cin,” whispered Thranduil, much to Bäri’s relief. “For he can be quite determined when he chooses to be.”

“Legolas,” Anwen had somehow forced herself to finish the pie. “Why was there sugar in this?”

Confused, Legolas took a bite himself. “Oh no,” he cried, for not only did he not make mince pies, he had gone and ruined a batch of pork pies as well. “Oh no no no no no.”

Lady y/n was not going to like such an offering, and Legolas finally realized he had his work cut out for him.

“Legolas,” Thranduil, after having washed away the aftertaste with a goblet of strong wine, thought it would best to discuss the matter of lady y/n in a more private setting, with Anwen present. “Help Bäri clean up here, then come to our rooms.”

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Thranduil waited till proper refreshments were sent up to them. “So,” said he. “Lady y/n caught your eye, did she?”

“Aye,” Legolas helped himself to a tart Bäri had prepared after shooing him out of the kitchens. It was quite delicate and fine, a far cry from the atrocity he himself had made that morning.

“When did this happen?” Asked Anwen.

“When Adar called on you eight months ago.” Said Legolas. “It was when your cousin came forward to greet us.”

“Interesting,” Anwen accepted the wine Thranduil served her. “And you wish to court her?”

“Yes. How do I go about doing it?”

“Just talk to her,” said Thranduil. “Listen to what she has to say.”

“And my cousin loves to write, so ask if you could write her,” added Anwen.

“Letters?” said a panicked Legolas. He would have to do more than just bake? “Written words? poems? Not just pies?”

Anwen simply smiled. “It is not that bad.”

“Easy for you to say, ma-neth, when you had my father’s superior skills to impress you.”

“Do not doubt yourself so,” Anwen, full of mirth by now, went to an old chest of hers and picked up some scented parchment that have never been used. “The paper is scented with lavender oil,” said she as she handed the stack to Legolas. “Y/n is wild for it.”

Y/n liked mince pies. she liked lavender oil and writing. He was finally getting somewhere. “Is there anything else I should do?”

“Treat her to something different,” said Thranduil. “Perhaps you can do something during Asar –o Galadi, like take her to a lookout point to watch the fireworks. She might like that a great deal.”

Letters, poems, a night-time outing of some sort. As nerve wracking as it was, it still gave Legolas something to work. Still, all of these plans required something to get them off the ground, so to speak, and for that, he needed help. “I think I can manage them. But, can I ask for a favour, ma-neth?”

Anwen guessed what the favour was going to be. “You want me to help you make the mince pies?”

“Please!” cried Legolas. “For I fear Bäri and the rest will all leave father’s employment if I show up alone in the kitchens again.”

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