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eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 12:23 am
eachdraidhean) wrote2005-06-12 12:23 am
The Next Celebrity Chef - Boromir, Son of Gondor!
Title: Gondorian Muffins
Pairing: A/B
Summary: Boromir makes muffins
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Pure silliness! Posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee"
Beta: Not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first
Okay, this is extreme silliness, and it is entirely down to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muck_a_luck
Born from her recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip muffins, and then putting the idea of Manly Men in the kitchen in my head! And I've already got ideas for several more ficlets including a Christmas special! Now I need a culinary Boromir icon!
For the recipe, click here
Gondorian Muffins
Boromir stood in Elrond's kitchen, stirring the contents of a large bowl with a wooden spoon. His companion was leaning against a cupboard, watching intently with a smile playing around his lips.
“I had no idea the Stewards sons were taught to cook!”
Boromir shot him a withering look.
“This is baking, Aragorn, not cooking.”
“Oh. I stand corrected.”
“Actually, you're standing in the way. Pass me the chocolate chips.”
A confused Aragorn stared at him.
“In the cupboard behind you on the second shelf. Left hand side.”
“How do you … ? Oh never mind!”
Aragorn pulled open the cupboard door, and rummaging sounds filled the kitchen. Finding a large jar of chocolate chips, he emerged from the cupboard, already opening the lid, eyes bright.
“Ooo, chocolate! The Elves always use carob in their muffins.”
Boromir took the jar from him, slapping his had away as it dipped in to pick out more chips.
“While carob has its uses, when it comes to muffins, chocolate is always my first choice.”
Boromir tipped a generous helping of chips into the bowl, gave the contents a final stir, and spooned the mixture into the waiting muffin pans. Aragorn opened the oven, and helped to slide the pans in. Boromir had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Now we wait for half an hour.”
“Half an hour? What are we going to do for half an hour?”
Boromir raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the Ranger.
“Oh, I could think of a few things we could do.”
Aragorn swallowed, suddenly aware of how close Boromir was standing, and waited for his next move. He felt hot breath on his neck, and a husky voice in his ear.
“Wanna help me lick out the bowl?
Pairing: A/B
Summary: Boromir makes muffins
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Pure silliness! Posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee"
Beta: Not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first
Okay, this is extreme silliness, and it is entirely down to
muck_a_luckBorn from her recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip muffins, and then putting the idea of Manly Men in the kitchen in my head! And I've already got ideas for several more ficlets including a Christmas special! Now I need a culinary Boromir icon!
For the recipe, click here
Gondorian Muffins
Boromir stood in Elrond's kitchen, stirring the contents of a large bowl with a wooden spoon. His companion was leaning against a cupboard, watching intently with a smile playing around his lips.
“I had no idea the Stewards sons were taught to cook!”
Boromir shot him a withering look.
“This is baking, Aragorn, not cooking.”
“Oh. I stand corrected.”
“Actually, you're standing in the way. Pass me the chocolate chips.”
A confused Aragorn stared at him.
“In the cupboard behind you on the second shelf. Left hand side.”
“How do you … ? Oh never mind!”
Aragorn pulled open the cupboard door, and rummaging sounds filled the kitchen. Finding a large jar of chocolate chips, he emerged from the cupboard, already opening the lid, eyes bright.
“Ooo, chocolate! The Elves always use carob in their muffins.”
Boromir took the jar from him, slapping his had away as it dipped in to pick out more chips.
“While carob has its uses, when it comes to muffins, chocolate is always my first choice.”
Boromir tipped a generous helping of chips into the bowl, gave the contents a final stir, and spooned the mixture into the waiting muffin pans. Aragorn opened the oven, and helped to slide the pans in. Boromir had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Now we wait for half an hour.”
“Half an hour? What are we going to do for half an hour?”
Boromir raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the Ranger.
“Oh, I could think of a few things we could do.”
Aragorn swallowed, suddenly aware of how close Boromir was standing, and waited for his next move. He felt hot breath on his neck, and a husky voice in his ear.
“Wanna help me lick out the bowl?
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