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Post by Gilwen on Aug 24, 2010 21:03:00 GMT -5
It was about mid-afternoon in the household of Faeldor and his family. However, the house was unusually still. Tinuves and Meleth had been whisked out the front door by one of Tinuves’ charges early that morning, promising to return when the birthing was finished; Miriel had been left in charge of the children, though after a few moments of mulling the idea of labor over in her mind had retreated to her bedroom to lie down. It was only Melanir and Gilwen left in the house that constituted adults, and it became increasingly clear as the day wore on that the still recovering Gilwen was watching the babies.
She had moved herself to the sitting room to let the children play upon the floor. Eoric had crawled into her lap, though, and even as Diore and Haliel begged for her to join them in play, she was unable. For a while they had gone out into the gardens, though Gilwen was not allowed to stay outside long. Finally, it was late afternoon and the children were hungry.
And Gilwen was unprepared. “Oh, Haliel…I—“ What was she to say? That she did not cook? That she did not know how? “What is it you want?” She decided to ask instead. Perhaps it would be simple; perhaps she would simply want an apple or a grape. She had seen those upon the counter that morning.
“I am afraid I do not know what it is your mother has,” she added thoughtfully, squeezing little Eoric close to her once more for comfort.
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Post by Faeldor on Aug 27, 2010 21:00:33 GMT -5
The two small girls, one black haired and one blonde, were quite taken by the idea of Gilwen watching them for the afternoon. It was a novel thing, especially since it was only in the past few days that the young woman had been allowed outside of her sick bed at all, and they had rarely been allowed inside Faeldor’s room to play with her before then. Now she could play!
“Mama has cookies,” Eoric simpered happily, his blue eyes big and pleased.
“Oh, Mama said that since Faelon is at the stables with Faeldor today the girls… and Eoric… shall make cookies! But then she left,” Haliel pouted slightly on the end of her phrase, but soon straightened up again. “But we know how to make cookies. We can make some without her!”
“I cannot touch the oven…” Diore mused. “Neither can I,” Haliel added, looking up toward Gilwen. “Gilwen is almost as old as Faeldor. Mama would let her touch the oven and light the fire…”
Marileth had heard the others head toward the kitchen, and being hungry herself made her way from the stairway where she had been sitting and reading a book and watching in Miriel’s doorway in case her elder sister was growing ill and needing her help. “I want to help too,” she put in, smiling. “Miriel loves cookies, perhaps we could make some ginger cookies and she would feel better,” she nodded.
Of course all the children wanted cookies, but they all realized Marileth’s reason sounded the least selfish, and thus, Haliel nodded. “We should make some for Miriel,” she agreed. “And Grandfather would like them too. And then Mama and Grandmother can have some when they come back.”
“And we can save some for Beleth,” Diore grinned, happy to give her input. Marileth bit her lip at this, knowing that her other sister was not due back to Minas Tirith til at least the spring time. “I think Auntie is making a lot of cookies for Beleth in Belfalas. But you forgot Fael, he will want some cookies too!”
“Fael eat cookie,” Eoric grinned. “Eo-wic eat cookie.” He wiggled about in Gilwen’s arms, struggling to be put down on the floor, as he had just seen Haliel’s cat wander in and sit primly in the doorway, tail flickering, and pining for attention as she began to weave about the legs standing in the kitchen.
“I’ll get the flour,” Marielth grinned. And the other children departed about the kitchen to find the sugar, salt, ginger, and other such ingredients. “Gilwen, will you start the fire?” Marileth asked. “Mother lets me, but I don’t like to. I burned my finger last time and I still can’t play my flute…” The young girl held up her pointer finger to show Gilwen a small blister, before going for the eggs, butter, and milk which had been dropped off that morning.
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Post by Gilwen on Sept 9, 2010 3:00:42 GMT -5
A small, simple phrase from the little boy in her arms, and Gilwen found the true excitement of every little girl in the house. Cookies were definitely the food of choice, and such a thing made Gilwen’s heart nearly stop in her chest. Her face paled ever so slightly and she struggled to catch a breath. “Cookies? Well then,” her voice was even, though low and slow. How ever embarrassing it would be to admit she did not know how to bake! Even young Haliel seemed to know how to produce a cookie, and they had certainly grown up in a household gifted in such things.
Just as she was diving into deeper thoughts, Eoric wriggled about in her arms, and Gilwen gently let him down to the floor, gentle hands trailing on his waist as he toddled off to make sure he was well balanced. Fael shall need me to learn, she thought to herself, and a grim compliance overcame her.
“Mother lets me, but I don’t like to. I burned my finger last time and I still can’t play my flute…”
Marileth held up a finger for her to see, and Gilwen’s motherly heartstrings were pulled. “I most certainly can light a fire,” Gilwen conceded, half for her own benefit and eased heart.
Marileth headed off to the kitchen to begin rounding supplies, and indeed Gilwen felt lost as to what to do. She looked down at the little ones and sighed inwardly. “Come then. Let us make cookies!” Her voice was forced to be brighter than she felt, and the lady smiled. After all, who could frown at such lovely children?
Once in the kitchen a strange sense of panic fell over the small woman as she looked to the oven. She was really going to have to bake.
She really did not know how.
Slowly she crossed to the cool oven, and after offering the children a reassuring smile, she set to work kindling the flame. That part did not take as long as Gilwen had imagined it would, and soon a pleasant fire was burning, and with it a meek sense of accomplishment. Still, it was not the fire that had her in a fit; it was the sugary snack they were about to make.
“All right,” Gilwen whispered as the flames took to leaping and dancing in the oven. “All the little ones will stay far from this, yes?”
She looked to Marileth with trepidation. “Do we have everything?”
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 3, 2012 12:55:47 GMT -5
“All right...All the little ones will stay far from this, yes?”
"Yes," chorused the two littlest girls.
"Eoric will not..." Marileth stated. "Mama sits him up on the counter," she said, lifting the little boy up and allowing him to pull himself the rest of the way onto the island counter that they used for rolling out and mixing the dough on baking days, which was well away from the stove in the corner of the room. "Now sit still and don't climb down," Marileth continued as the little boy scooted down the countertop to play with the rolling pin.
"Do we have everything?"
"Here are the sugar and flour bins," Diore said excited, running across the room, and a bit too close to the stove at that. She found the wooden bins that Meleth stored her baking ingredients in, in vast quantities, and pushed the wooden lids off. They clattered to the floor, which caused most of the children to jump. But there they were, sugar and flour, the main cookie ingredients.
"We'll need molasses, and ginger as well, some lard from that tub up on the shelf," she pointed. "Eggs. Oh and baking soda. Mama mixes that with soured milk so the cookies will be plump. I don't know if we have any though..."
The children went about the room placing most of the ingredients on the counter. Marileth wasn't sure if it was everything. They certainly didn't have the soured milk on hand. She checked the cellar and anywhere else it could have been and there was nothing. Haliel crouched on the floor to pull a mixing bowl from the cupboard. Then, the children stood still, waiting for Gilwen's next word. They were certain that they knew what to put in the cookies, but how much was another issue.
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 3, 2012 16:54:43 GMT -5
Gilwen watched as Marileth lifted little Eoric to sit on the counter, and absently trailed after her to stand nearer the little boy should he decide to venture from his perch. It seemed he was well content at the top of the table, though, and began scooting himself to play with the rolling pin that sat unsuspectingly on the counter. She let a hand lift and tousle his hair, and watched as the daughters of Faelon gathered all of their supplies.
Yes, she wished she had not been sick these past weeks. Perhaps then she would have been able to finally have that baking lesson Meleth and she always spoke about.
“Diore, dear, mind the fire,” she offered quickly as the girl breezed by. Oh, the child had no fear. Such, she imagined, was the make of a lady of Rohan. She marked Eoric for a moment, assuring herself the child was safe from harm. Maybe, she sighed inwardly. Maybe this shall be all right. She jumped, startled as Diore knocked over the lids of the containers, and the woman took strides to lift them from the floor and set them somewhere out of the way.
The rest of the supplies were gathered, and set upon the table, and then all of the children stood attentively looking upon her, like soldiers waiting for orders. Oh, but Gilwen was no captain of the kitchen! “Oh,” she murmured. “Very well, then,” she looked over the items and frowned lightly. “Why…why don’t we wash our hands first, yes?” She offered. That seemed a safe place to start.
“Mari,” Gilwen near whispered, turning to the eldest of the children present. “Does…does Meleth keep recipes?” She inquired hopefully. Perhaps not; the lady spent all day slaving in the palace kitchens, and undoubtedly knew even the most scrumptious and complex recipes by heart. Gilwen feared she was on her own.
She wished someone were there with her. Meleth, or Beleth! Even Miriel and she had gotten along nicer as of late. Miriel was certainly gifted in the kitchen the same as her family. Even if she were not amazing, Gilwen could not doubt the lady was sounder than she.
Not a single person in the household, likely, would refuse to try a cookie. And if there was something amiss in the baking, she knew it would be no secret who had destroyed them. And the children would still be hungry! Gilwen blushed slightly, her heart skipping nervously.
Perhaps if they hurried, should something be wrong with the batch they could be rid of the evidence before Faeldor and Faelon returned from the stables or Tinuves and Meleth came back from their charge.
“I suppose if she does not we shall have to…try,” Gilwen forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Whoever would have thought the kitchen to be such an adventure! Stubbornness settled into Gilwen, as she pondered the idea of the ordeal’s light being more daring and exciting than truly dangerous. As a child she had never shied away from a challenge. Even the first night she had met Faeldor she had scaled a small cliff with him and sat wholly in the dark. There were no trolls in this kitchen, nor any foul faces and hearts. Why should her mild spirit lend her to not try her best? She breathed defiantly and lifted her chin.
“Let’s wash, then,” she declared again a little more confidently. “Then we’ll see what we can do!”
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 4, 2012 14:14:54 GMT -5
"Does…does Meleth keep recipes?”
Mari smiled sweetly and tapped the side of her head, "She says she keeps them in here," the girl nodded. "Sometimes she writes them down if someone asks her but we don't have any sitting around. Miriel and Beleth know a lot of them too," she added helpfully. Not that Miriel and Beleth were around, but Meleth's knowledge was spread among many of the friends and family around the city.
“Let’s wash, then we’ll see what we can do!”
"Wash! Wash!" Eoric chanted happily. He loved to play in the wash basin, and scrambled to try and lower himself down off the counter. Going down feet first, he tumbled slightly, but managed to right himself and his chubby legs carried him off to the water.
The washbasin stood on a small table near the doorway, with a stepstool against the side for the smaller family members to climb. Diore was the first one up and was lathering her hands with soap and rinsing them off before Haliel even limped her way across the room.
"I need help," the little dark hair girl noted as she looked up at Gilwen. Haliel was not graceful enough to roll up her sleeves, nor climb the stool. She could barely reach the washbasin, so a slight lift was necessary.
Eoric climbed up the stepstool beside Diore and splashed water on the front of Diore's blouse. "Nooo! Eoric!" the blonde girl sputtered, and jumped down off the stool. The amusement of splashing his sister gave way to the amusement of splashing himself, and the blonde chap thoroughly soaked the front of his shirt, smiling up at Gilwen. Then he took up the soap and lost it in the water basin. "Bye bye soap!"
"Oh, silly," Marileth grinned, reaching into the basin for the soap. The willowy adolescent was tall enough to not need the stool, and she shooed the little boy down. He was quite wet enough. "Are we ready now?" she asked, the children all having washed.
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 6, 2012 10:23:48 GMT -5
"She says she keeps them in here.”
Gilwen could not deny her disappointment, and she wrung her hands together for a quick moment before drawing her smile back to her face. “Then we will have to do the best we can, yes?” She hoped that was good enough.
Eoric nearly scared the woman to death as he attempted lower himself from the countertop, and Gilwen made a mad dive to make sure he did not hurt himself; nonetheless the little thing appeared to only falter a little. Gilwen tried to still her beating heart, and frantically eyed the little ones. How did Meleth handle all of them together?
Probably practice.
"I need help."
Gilwen looked down, finding Haliel quite sweetly inquiring for assistance. The woman took an inward breath, once more taking control of her nerves. The smile widened on her face and she bent down. “Of course, Hali,” she hummed, reaching to help the child roll her sleeves up.
"Nooo! Eoric!"
Gilwen looked over. “Goodness,” she half gasped, half laughed. “It is all right, Diore,” she offered. “A little water won’t hurt.” She smiled, and thankfully glanced to Marileth as she went to tend to the littlest child. That meant Gilwen was free to look to Haliel.
She attempted to keep an eye on the others as they went about the kitchen to wash, and when the basin was clear she lifted the little girl so she could reach the soap and water. “There we go,” the little woman said, allowing the girl her time to clean her hands. When she was finished, she kissed the girl’s forehead and lowered her back to the floor.
Very quickly, she turned to watch her own hands, returned the soap to its perch and turned back to the children. “All right, Eoric,” she hummed, reaching for the little boy who was now wet and waddling about the kitchen. “Back to the counter,” she whispered to him, nuzzling his cheek with her own.
“And we will start baking,” she added for the others. Now, where to even begin? “Mari, why not get the flour into the bowl? And Diore and Hali, why not…” she trailed off, holding little Eoric against her side. “Why not get the sugar ready?”
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 8, 2012 14:42:19 GMT -5
“And we will start baking. Mari, why not get the flour into the bowl? And Diore and Hali, why not…Why not get the sugar ready?”
"I can do that," Marileth responded and took up the bowl that her sister had fetched from the cupboard. It was not long before she had added some flour to the bottom, and she held the bowl steady while Haliel scooped some sugar.
"Me too!" Diore protested, wanted her turn to do the scooping as well. When Haliel handed the scoop over, there was likely already enough sugar in the bowl... but Diore added a few more scoops to top it off.
"Gi-wen," Eoric giggled as the other children went about the task of filling the bowl with ingredients. He wasn't as much interested in the baking as he was the attention, for Gilwen had always been one of his favorites! Eoric contently sucked his fingers as he watched the girls go about the business of baking, hoping that soon it would be time to taste the cookies. "Gi-wen, gwape pwease," the little boy added, looking across the counter to where the bowl of fruit stood, now deciding that he was ready to eat this moment, and not wait for the baking to finish.
"Diore, that's enough!" Marileth chided as the small girl added another scoop of sugar to the bowl.
"But I like it!" Diore protested in a sweet voice, glancing to Gilwen to see that she was out of reach, then promptly licking her hand and sticking it in the sweet grains of sugar. She darted to the other side of the counter to lick the sugar off, hoping Gilwen would not stop her!
"Mama doesn't let Diore do the scoops yet," Marileth told Gilwen after the fact. "She doesn't understand counting, so if you tell her two scoops, she will not stop at just two! She puts the sugar in the scoop and then hands it to her to dump into the bowl."
It was the truth, for living in the wilderness so long, Diore had just barely begun to learn her numbers, colors, and other things that children of her age would have learned a few years past. And as far as baking went, Diore's first experience with sweet sugar had been in Meleth's kitchen, and she like it indeed!
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 8, 2012 19:55:55 GMT -5
“Let us take turns,” Gilwen half hummed as Diore and Haliel began their mild bickering. Perhaps, Gilwen considered for a moment, she should have given them their own tasks. “We mustn’t make a mess of your mother’s kitchen.”
"Gi-wen."
The lady looked back to the blonde-haired boy and smiled. “Yes, love?” She offered, heart rising. It was not the first time Eoric had called her by her name, but just like every time before she adored the sound of it.
"Gi-wen, gwape pwease.”
He pointed, and the woman eyed the colorful fruits and nodded, kissing his cheek. “Oh, you must be hungry,” she half murmured as she reached for them. In her peripheral, Gilwen could see the little bit of mischief that was beginning to unfold between the sugar grains and Diore. Perhaps Gilwen had been wrong to assume the child was ready to help. She simply had not wanted anyone feeling left out!
"Mama doesn't let Diore do the scoops yet."
“O-oh,” Gilwen stammered, standing still and holding the grapes almost absently in her hand. The little girl darted off and Gilwen gasped, presenting the grapes to Marileth and asking, “Can you see to this?”, before bolting after Diore and her sugar coated fingers.
“Diore,” Gilwen chided gently as she clasped her hands around the girl’s wrist to still her from licking her fingers. This was more than Gilwen was used to speaking, and her frail nerves were already wearing thin from the strain of watching the children and being so pulled to speech. Still, her face was soft and she smiled. “That’s not how we eat sugar, is it?”
She wrapped her arms about her waist and hoisted her up, carrying the girl back to the washbasin and propping her up so that she could reach the water. Thank the Valar for her work in the palace! Even though Gilwen was a small woman, there was no way the child would be able to squirm away. “Now, let’s rinse your hands,” she said.
“I suppose we shall need to add butter,” she murmured to herself, working her own hands over Diore’s to make sure all of the sugar was well cleared. “Hali, can you measure the butter for us? Maybe Diore can put it in,” she offered.
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 9, 2012 14:35:29 GMT -5
“That’s not how we eat sugar, is it?”
"I like sugar," Diore grinned, rapidly licking as much as possible off her fingers before Gilwen made her to wash them. She complied to rinsing her hands though her little eyes sought the sugar bin once more, hoping she could have another taste before her mother returned home.
“Hali, can you measure the butter for us? Maybe Diore can put it in.”
"I can measure the butter," Haliel agreed.
Marileth had placed Eoric back on the counter and was handing him one grape at a time as he munched away happily, and Haliel reached up to the counter for the butter, taking a clump on the spoon and handing it obediently to Diore to plop into the mixing bowl. Soon as she added the butter, the little girl popped the spoon in her mouth to suck off the remainder.
"Diore, that is yucky," Haliel said, making a face at her blonde sister.
"Nooo it is good!" the smaller girl piqued, grinning. Nothing better than a fresh spoonful of butter in her mind at the moment. She skipped around the kitchen jubilantly, the sugar beginning to kick into her blood stream. "Butter is good, good, good!"
Eoric laughed at his sister as she put on a show, and put another grape into his mouth as Marileth handed them to him, one at a time, munching on a few herself. She glanced to Gilwen, wondering if she would attempt to calm Diore, or just continue with the cookie baking.
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 10, 2012 15:13:50 GMT -5
Gilwen was quite flustered, though the woman was determined not to let it show on her face. She considered it training, perhaps, for when Faeldor and she had her own children. Or, perhaps she simply did not want to admit Meleth’s children were quite a bit more than any normal woman could handle. Either way, she forced her smile to stay perched upon her lips, and the woman sighed. Faeldor would probably be upset with her for being so strained while she was still trying to heal, but it was this or children rampant through the house.
“Diore,” she began evenly. “Meleth wouldn’t like it, and neither would Fael.”
The little child began to swirl, dancing as the sugar hit her system and prattling to herself. Gilwen eyed her for a moment, wondering if she should fetch her back to the task at hand, but ultimately decided perhaps it was better to keep the younger one away from the goodies she seemed intent on eating. “Mind the fire, please,” Gilwen chimed. There were battles worth waging; dancing was not one of them. “Perhaps not in the kitchen, Diore?”
She turned back to the bowl of mixed ingredients and choked back a frown. Goodness, what next? She could not quite decide, so she lifted the wooden spoon Marileth had collected earlier and turned to the other children. “Who would like to stir?” She asked pleasantly, still trying to mask her strain. This was far more work than she had originally thought.
She glanced to Eoric. Why could the other children not occupy themselves with fruit?
“And then, perhaps, Mari you can get some eggs?”
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 11, 2012 9:47:09 GMT -5
“Diore, Meleth wouldn’t like it, and neither would Fael.”
The little girl frowned for a brief moment, slowing her movements. She did not want to upset her Momma nor Fael. She hated when they gave her the stern look, and Gilwen's look wasn't smiling.
Eoric smiled at Gilwen as she looked over to him. "Hewe I am," he said quietly and quite delighted to be paid attention to once more.
“And then, perhaps, Mari you can get some eggs?”
"I can do that," Marileth replied, offing herself to her task.
"Wiwo," Eoric looked toward the doorway as Haliel's lithe kitten came into the room. Lilotie was nearer a cat than a kitten these days, yet she still had the playful demeanor, at least during the night time hours. Now she yawned as she came into the room.
"Lilotie is hungry," Haliel said, moving to get some food and water for her cat. Some of the leftover scraps from breakfast would do.
"Lilotie would like some butter!" Diore announced, coming forth to let the cat lick off her fingers and the spoon.
"Yes, she likes butter," Hailel concluded. "Though don't let her eat out of the butter bowl! Cats don't like cookies!"
"I have the eggs!" Marileth announced, coming back to the counter with an egg in each hand. Eoric reached for the brown eggs in her hand. "Do you want to touch them?" she asked.
"Egg," the little boy said, reaching carefully to feel the smooth egg. In some ways he was much more careful with things than his older sister, Diore, though his littlet toddler hands were still small and clumsy.
"Can I break them?" Haliel asked.
"I want to break them," Diore pouted.
"You will get eggshells in the dough," Haliel protested. "You are only four. I am eight."
"Gilwen, I want to break the eggs," the little girl continued to pout.
"I have already broken the eggs," Marileth added, as she tossed the shells into an empty bowl. "They will both get shells in the dough." It was true. Diore was just not careful enough, and too quick and excited to handle the activity. And Haliel's condition left her with hands that neither could handle careful tasks, though she tried her best.
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 12, 2012 20:57:44 GMT -5
"Hewe I am."
Gilwen’s sternness immediately melted away, and the woman smiled at the little boy and touched a finger to his nose. “Yes, you are,” she whispered, handing him another grape and kissing his forehead.
She watched as Haliel went to tend to her kitten—well, Gilwen presumed she could not rightly be called a kitten anymore. The thing was surely closer to a cat now. Still, it was clear Haliel loved it just the same, and she scampered off to go feed her. “Make sure she stays off the counters, though,” Gilwen chimed thoughtfully. The last thing their cookies were going to need was animal fur—their existence was tough enough as it was!
Marileth returned with the eggs, and it prompted a flurry of respsones that Gilwen was not quite sure she was ready for. Eoric was gentle with them, but the two girls began to whine about breaking them.
“Well, now, I’ve asked—” She did not have to finish, to explain she had asked Marileth to do the eggs just as she had asked the others to do their tasks. Marileth had taken care of that herself.
“Gilwen gave the eldest girl a reassuring smile and nodded to the girls. “Perhaps if you can promise to keep your fingers from the batter, I shall let you stir?” She hoped this was good enough prize.
She did not know how Meleth managed to handle all of the children at once. Perhaps it was an acquired skill; to know your children from birth to the age of mischief and energy surely made everything easier. But it surely was not easy at that moment! Silently, Gilwen wondered after the time. Whether Tinuves and Meleth would soon return, perhaps if Miriel would awaken and join them. Or, though she doubted it highly, Faeldor and Faelon were on their way home.
“Then after that, I should put them in the oven, I do think.” She paused and forced another confident smile to her lips. “Then we shall be able to try one.”
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Post by Faeldor on Jul 13, 2012 19:38:41 GMT -5
“Perhaps if you can promise to keep your fingers from the batter, I shall let you stir?”
"I will not put my fingers in the batter," Haliel answered. "I help Mama stir all the time. Mama says it's good for my hand strength."
"I want to help too," Diore added sweetly. Though, it was doubtful the little girl would resist trying just some of the batter. She tried her best to wait patiently while Haliel started the stirring for her turn.
"There, Diore, it is getting to hard for me," Haliel said, as the dough started to ball up on the end of the spoon. You take your turn."
Diore started to stir, both hands holding onto the spoon, and a bit too quickly for the liking of her sisters, as some of the dough was spilling out of the bowl. She slowed down, just slightly at Marileth's word. Then without another thought, dipped her fingers into the dough and popped some into her mouth, proceeding to let Lilotie lick her fingers clean.
Marileth frowned at her, finishing the stirring job, and then rounding about to find a sheet pan on which to place the cookies.
“Then after that, I should put them in the oven, I do think. Then we shall be able to try one.”
"I have a cookie?" Eoric questioned hopefully, looking at the tray of cookies that was now becoming filled.
"Not yet, Eoric," Marileth stated. "Soon! Gilwen has to put them in the oven. Mama lets me help stir things on the oven, but she doesn't want me to put the baking in yet."
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Post by Gilwen on Jul 17, 2012 19:03:26 GMT -5
“Very soon,” Gilwen echoed to little Eoric, stepping in for a moment to help Marileth arrange the cookies on the tray. Of course they were all hungry. This had taken quite a bit. “Maybe we can go to the sitting room. I can sit down for a little while, and maybe you can play some music for me?”
That sounded nice. As Gilwen began shoving the trays into the oven, mindful of the heat and fire, she thought of the growing weight in her limbs—she was certainly very exhausted. It had been a long day.
She was looking forward to her Faeldor coming home. He would certainly entertain the children for a time and allow her a little more time to heal and rest. She still had a few things she desired to speak with him about; now that they were indeed engaged to be married, she desired to see her mother, perhaps even speak of getting together the wedding. Despite her exhaustion, Gilwen’s heart lifted in her chest, and the woman lifted a hand to brush the ring on the chain around her neck.
“How long do they stay in, Mari?” Gilwen asked quietly, now slightly distracted by other things.
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It was nearly thirty minutes later, and Gilwen was lounging in the large plush chair in the sitting room listening to the children play, little Eoric curled up in her lap. It was almost remorsefully that the lady set the child down on the floor and moved away from the child and into the kitchen. She went quietly, hoping that Marileth would keep an eye on the little ones for a time.
She went to the oven, and very carefully picked up the cloth and pulled out the tray. The cookies looked a little burned, too dark of brown. The woman frowned, her heart instantly plummeting to her stomach. "Maybe they turned out better than they look..."
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