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Nurumaiel · 01-15-2003, 10:51 PM

OOC: Bethberry, I'm editing my post and putting in more description as you asked. If I say something about the kitchen that isn't true (I expect you know your own kitchen best [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]) then you may PM me and let me know. Thank you!

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Culoth paused for a moment to listen to Éorlan's story. Such sadness! His parents had been killed. Was there anyone in Rohan who did not have some terrible story to tell? Her father's tale... his mother... her grandmother... she had never known her grandmother. She had been killed. But it was by the cruel blades of fire, not by the hate of another man. Could anyone be as horrible as they were in Éorlan's story?

She hurried into the kitchen to do as Bethberry asked. Now, cooking was one thing, but cleaning up afterwards... that was another. Culoth despised housekeeping in every way, but being the only girl in her family, she had to do a lot of it.

The kitchen was rather large, but that came as no surprise to Culoth. It was a busy inn, where many meals must be made. She walked from cupboard to cupboard, opening each up, and seeing they were all as full as they could possibly be. There was a small fireplace where a fire was burning merrily, but soon it would die without being tended to. Next to the fire a few logs were piled up neatly.

Culoth first tended to the fire, and then found a large pot. Going out the kitchen door that led outside to a well, she filled the pot with water and then brought it back in, hanging it above the fire. She would need some hot water to do the dishes. She sorted out the dishes, looking curiously at Galadel the whole time. There was much she still wished to know about the daughter of Galadriel.

The water was now hot. Culoth set the pot down on the wooden table where the dishes were stacked, and set to work. Galadel did the same.

Maybe I can tell a tale after I finish here, Culoth thought. The story about my adventure with the orcs. She shuddered. But, no, my father never passed his gift for storytelling along to me. And I don't like to remember what happened to me.

Culoth gave a deep sigh, and started on the next stack of dishes, glad she had Galadel to keep her company. Well, if the daughter of Galadriel could do dishes, so could the daughter of a lowly man of Rohan.

"Galadel," she said rather shyly, "what brings you to Rohan?"

[ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Nurumaiel ]

01-15-2003, 10:51 PM	#170
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	OOC: Bethberry, I'm editing my post and putting in more description as you asked. If I say something about the kitchen that isn't true (I expect you know your own kitchen best [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]) then you may PM me and let me know. Thank you! =============== Culoth paused for a moment to listen to Éorlan's story. Such sadness! His parents had been killed. Was there anyone in Rohan who did not have some terrible story to tell? Her father's tale... his mother... her grandmother... she had never known her grandmother. She had been killed. But it was by the cruel blades of fire, not by the hate of another man. Could anyone be as horrible as they were in Éorlan's story? She hurried into the kitchen to do as Bethberry asked. Now, cooking was one thing, but cleaning up afterwards... that was another. Culoth despised housekeeping in every way, but being the only girl in her family, she had to do a lot of it. The kitchen was rather large, but that came as no surprise to Culoth. It was a busy inn, where many meals must be made. She walked from cupboard to cupboard, opening each up, and seeing they were all as full as they could possibly be. There was a small fireplace where a fire was burning merrily, but soon it would die without being tended to. Next to the fire a few logs were piled up neatly. Culoth first tended to the fire, and then found a large pot. Going out the kitchen door that led outside to a well, she filled the pot with water and then brought it back in, hanging it above the fire. She would need some hot water to do the dishes. She sorted out the dishes, looking curiously at Galadel the whole time. There was much she still wished to know about the daughter of Galadriel. The water was now hot. Culoth set the pot down on the wooden table where the dishes were stacked, and set to work. Galadel did the same. Maybe I can tell a tale after I finish here, Culoth thought. The story about my adventure with the orcs. She shuddered. But, no, my father never passed his gift for storytelling along to me. And I don't like to remember what happened to me. Culoth gave a deep sigh, and started on the next stack of dishes, glad she had Galadel to keep her company. Well, if the daughter of Galadriel could do dishes, so could the daughter of a lowly man of Rohan. "Galadel," she said rather shyly, "what brings you to Rohan?" [ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Nurumaiel ] __________________ In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.