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Title: Woodland Feast
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Legolas' snacking on the road draws the attention of the rest of the Fellowship.
AN: Another exploration of some headcanon discussed on this meme post which I'm using to fill the 'Spiders' prompt on my![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genprompt_bingo table.
It was Pippin who drew attention to it. Gimli had noticed – he had watched the Elf first out of paranoia, though it was swiftly changing to fascination at his strange antics – but decided not to say anything. After all, if the Elf managed to find adequate sustenance on the road then that meant more rations for the rest of them.
But a Hobbit’s thoughts never strayed too far from the table, Peregrin Took’s least of all, and he seemed to take umbrage with the Elf’s occasional snack.
“You could at least share with the rest of us,” he said.
The Elf tilted his head, birdlike, and glanced briefly towards Gandalf who seemed to be hiding a smile behind his beard. “I don’t think you would like it,” he said after a while.
Pippin drew himself up as far as he could, throwing out his chest and putting his hands on his hips. “I think that’s for me to decide.”
The Elf shrugged. Like so many of his movements, it seemed boneless – almost feline – and Gimli shuddered to remember the stories of his youth that told of Elves hunting Dwarves; toying with them and laughing as blows fell.
The Elf’s hand snapped out, snatching something from a bush. Gimli had seen it done so many times on the quest thus far and yet it never failed to impress him that the Elf barely had to even look to see what he was doing. It made those stories – told by Nori, mostly, as he flipped a stolen blade between his fingers – seem so much more likely.
“They only look pretty. They’re damn fast and they’re deadly – cold bastards too, especially from Mirkwood. You’re nothing but prey to them, though they’ll lie about it and pretend otherwise. You’re nothing but a Dwarf.
There was a smile curling at the corner of the Elf’s mouth as he stretched out his hand and unfolded pale fingers, revealing a brown spider skittering in panic on his palm. “Wood Elves eat spiders,” he said. Pippin blanched, wrinkling his nose and deflating from his indignant pose.
“That’s…really?”
In reply, the Elf merely lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the spider up with a deft flick of pink tongue. They all heard the crunch of it between his teeth.
“I have no doubt,” Gandalf said. “That the Company of Thorin Oakenshield would have been less eager to reach the tables of the Woodland King had they known what was being served.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Legolas' snacking on the road draws the attention of the rest of the Fellowship.
AN: Another exploration of some headcanon discussed on this meme post which I'm using to fill the 'Spiders' prompt on my
genprompt_bingo table.It was Pippin who drew attention to it. Gimli had noticed – he had watched the Elf first out of paranoia, though it was swiftly changing to fascination at his strange antics – but decided not to say anything. After all, if the Elf managed to find adequate sustenance on the road then that meant more rations for the rest of them.
But a Hobbit’s thoughts never strayed too far from the table, Peregrin Took’s least of all, and he seemed to take umbrage with the Elf’s occasional snack.
“You could at least share with the rest of us,” he said.
The Elf tilted his head, birdlike, and glanced briefly towards Gandalf who seemed to be hiding a smile behind his beard. “I don’t think you would like it,” he said after a while.
Pippin drew himself up as far as he could, throwing out his chest and putting his hands on his hips. “I think that’s for me to decide.”
The Elf shrugged. Like so many of his movements, it seemed boneless – almost feline – and Gimli shuddered to remember the stories of his youth that told of Elves hunting Dwarves; toying with them and laughing as blows fell.
The Elf’s hand snapped out, snatching something from a bush. Gimli had seen it done so many times on the quest thus far and yet it never failed to impress him that the Elf barely had to even look to see what he was doing. It made those stories – told by Nori, mostly, as he flipped a stolen blade between his fingers – seem so much more likely.
“They only look pretty. They’re damn fast and they’re deadly – cold bastards too, especially from Mirkwood. You’re nothing but prey to them, though they’ll lie about it and pretend otherwise. You’re nothing but a Dwarf.
There was a smile curling at the corner of the Elf’s mouth as he stretched out his hand and unfolded pale fingers, revealing a brown spider skittering in panic on his palm. “Wood Elves eat spiders,” he said. Pippin blanched, wrinkling his nose and deflating from his indignant pose.
“That’s…really?”
In reply, the Elf merely lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the spider up with a deft flick of pink tongue. They all heard the crunch of it between his teeth.
“I have no doubt,” Gandalf said. “That the Company of Thorin Oakenshield would have been less eager to reach the tables of the Woodland King had they known what was being served.”