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In Which Primanta's Evil Nature Is Revealed. . . . ;)
CHAPTER TWO
Sure enough, pushing a little trolley down the hall came a young woman with honey-blonde hair. Though hers was pulled into a neat braid, it clearly fell past her ankles. Her skin was fair and utterly flawless; her eyes - like Frodo's - wide and blue.
Alex shuddered.
The trolley she was pushing was laden with two covered trays, the bottom shelf of the three laden with pots and pitchers. Somehow she managed to maneuver this all very gracefully, without spilling a drop. In front of Elrond and Alex, she paused, dropping an elegant curtsey.
"Good afternoon, Lord Elrond. Perhaps you would be so kind as to introduce me to your - friend - when Frodo is not waiting for his luncheon."
And with that, she trundled on into the room.
Alex darted in behind her, Elrond following.
"Lady Primanta, this is Lady Alex, who has previously cared for Frodo. I would like you to allow her to observe and assist wherever possible."
Primanta looked up, all innocence and doe-eyes. "Oh, no assistance will be necessary. But she may observe all she likes."
You'd better believe I will, Alex seethed darkly as Elrond took a step back toward the door.
"Then I shall leave you three alone. Call me if you have need of me."
And with that, he was gone. Primanta began uncovering trays for a rather interested-looking little Ringbearer. And what trays! It was as if an invalid cookery-book had exploded: There was beef-tea in a porcelain feeding-cup. . .chicken broth in another little feeding-cup. . .a chicken timbale. . .creamed asparagus tips. . .a croustade of creamed peas. . .mashed potatoes. . .baked mushrooms. . .chicken and mushroom soup. . .tiny chicken sandwiches. . .raw beef sandwiches. . .wine jelly. . .chicken jelly. . .orange baskets with jelly. . .irish moss jelly. . .baked custard. . .and "ice-cream in a box," a la Fannie Farmer. There was lemon barley-water. . .ginger tea. . .peppermint tea. . .plain water. . .and warm milk.
Frodo looked delighted.
Alex swallowed nervously.
"What do you think you could try first?" cooed Primanta. "If there is nothing here to your liking, I can always go back and make something else. . . ."
"No. . .no, this is lovely. . . ." Frodo stared at the tray like a person dying of thirst staring at an oasis. "I could try the soup. . .the chicken and mushroom soup. . . ."
"All right, then. Do you feel up to feeding yourself, or would you rather I did it?"
"Please." Frodo parted his lips like a hungry baby bird.
Oh, brother, thought Alex, though she said nothing. But goodness only knew what was in that stuff to keep Frodo ill. . . . Then again, maybe not. These women had ways of keeping Frodo sick that had nothing to do with anything he ingested.
At any rate, though, Primanta clearly had one interest, and it wasn't seeing Frodo standing on his own two feet again.
-to be continued-
CHAPTER TWO
Sure enough, pushing a little trolley down the hall came a young woman with honey-blonde hair. Though hers was pulled into a neat braid, it clearly fell past her ankles. Her skin was fair and utterly flawless; her eyes - like Frodo's - wide and blue.
Alex shuddered.
The trolley she was pushing was laden with two covered trays, the bottom shelf of the three laden with pots and pitchers. Somehow she managed to maneuver this all very gracefully, without spilling a drop. In front of Elrond and Alex, she paused, dropping an elegant curtsey.
"Good afternoon, Lord Elrond. Perhaps you would be so kind as to introduce me to your - friend - when Frodo is not waiting for his luncheon."
And with that, she trundled on into the room.
Alex darted in behind her, Elrond following.
"Lady Primanta, this is Lady Alex, who has previously cared for Frodo. I would like you to allow her to observe and assist wherever possible."
Primanta looked up, all innocence and doe-eyes. "Oh, no assistance will be necessary. But she may observe all she likes."
You'd better believe I will, Alex seethed darkly as Elrond took a step back toward the door.
"Then I shall leave you three alone. Call me if you have need of me."
And with that, he was gone. Primanta began uncovering trays for a rather interested-looking little Ringbearer. And what trays! It was as if an invalid cookery-book had exploded: There was beef-tea in a porcelain feeding-cup. . .chicken broth in another little feeding-cup. . .a chicken timbale. . .creamed asparagus tips. . .a croustade of creamed peas. . .mashed potatoes. . .baked mushrooms. . .chicken and mushroom soup. . .tiny chicken sandwiches. . .raw beef sandwiches. . .wine jelly. . .chicken jelly. . .orange baskets with jelly. . .irish moss jelly. . .baked custard. . .and "ice-cream in a box," a la Fannie Farmer. There was lemon barley-water. . .ginger tea. . .peppermint tea. . .plain water. . .and warm milk.
Frodo looked delighted.
Alex swallowed nervously.
"What do you think you could try first?" cooed Primanta. "If there is nothing here to your liking, I can always go back and make something else. . . ."
"No. . .no, this is lovely. . . ." Frodo stared at the tray like a person dying of thirst staring at an oasis. "I could try the soup. . .the chicken and mushroom soup. . . ."
"All right, then. Do you feel up to feeding yourself, or would you rather I did it?"
"Please." Frodo parted his lips like a hungry baby bird.
Oh, brother, thought Alex, though she said nothing. But goodness only knew what was in that stuff to keep Frodo ill. . . . Then again, maybe not. These women had ways of keeping Frodo sick that had nothing to do with anything he ingested.
At any rate, though, Primanta clearly had one interest, and it wasn't seeing Frodo standing on his own two feet again.
-to be continued-
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Date: 2008-03-24 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-24 11:22 pm (UTC)I'll give you one clue: the LJ icon on this reply. . . .
Elrond's used to dealing with the loads of ladies who want to tend to Frodo. He's an expert in them. ;)
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Date: 2008-03-25 06:30 am (UTC)The name doesn't ring a bell.
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Date: 2008-03-27 01:15 am (UTC)Look at the LJ icon on this reply and the one I wrote before it. Then think about it. ;)
-Febobe :D
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Date: 2008-03-27 02:41 am (UTC)Nothing is clicking. I'm guessing it's in regards to something you've written that I haven't read. (Which is very little!) So, could you just tell me what it is so I can go find it?
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Date: 2008-03-27 06:53 pm (UTC)But. . .
. . .don't you recognise the Mary-Sue-horrificized-version of me? :D
(ta-da!) :D
*snugs*
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Date: 2008-03-24 12:23 pm (UTC)*eagerly waiting for more*