Drying his hands on a convienient tunic (his, since he'd forgotten to put on an apron until too late, and was now splattered with stains), Aragorn surveyed his creations, and nodded, satisfied. A rich venison stew with vegetables shared the warming oven with fresh hot rolls, shaped as the Star of Gondor (he'd been feeling puckishly creative).
Then he noticed the utter chaos of the kitchen around him. Every surface was covered with vegetable scraps and used cookware. He groaned. Boromir was going to kill him!
The stew's rich aroma, though, made him smile. Well, at least he'd die well-fed.
Summary: With every creation, comes a certain amount of destruction.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 100 Read: 538
Published: 07 Aug 2009 Updated: 07 Aug 2009