Arwen
T.A 3001
Draco had scooted over in his bed to allow Arwen space to sit cross legged beside him, chatting away while feasting on snacks and pastries that Arwen had brought in. “Are these pastries made in Earth?” They were currently digging into a honey cake with more honey drizzled on top, it was great for anyone with a sweet tooth.
“Some. My mother used to love to bake for our birthdays, she made the best chocolate cakes, do you have chocolate here? They’re made from cocoa beans.”
At the mention of cocoa beans Arwen nodded excitedly, “I was much fond of them when I was an elfling, I would oft sneak into the kitchens during midday for some.” She laughed as she remembered sneaking away from her naneth and hiding away as she ate her loots.
“I loved the ones where they infuse dried fruits into them, raisins, strawberries, oranges, they were the best.” Draco swooned as he recalled the taste in his mouth.
“There are such things? Mayhaps I should inform the head chef to test these infusions.” Arwen looked deep in thought as she tried to mix all kinds of fruits and chocolate in her mind, goodness her mouth watered at the mere thought of it.
“We shall become gluttons when I am well enough to eat other things.” Draco never had a big appetite, but he could eat plenty of small amounts over a long time, he could literally snack the whole day and not have to eat a proper meal, but of course, that would be unhealthy and unwise. “Yes we shall.” Arwen grinned at her partner in crime.
“We do have to be careful though, getting fat is not on my top priority list of things to do.” Draco patted his non-existent fats. He still could feel what Voldermort’s appearance had done to him, he now understood the term ‘skin wrapped bones’, he was it. After they had weaned him off liquids he had eaten a tad bit more, the feeling of being free from the man that haunted him even in his own house had opened up his appetite. Their meals of vegetables, fruits and light meats were also easier to digest.
“Gaining fat merely means that we live a life of leisure, luxury and safety does it not? Should it not be something to be happy about?” Arwen asked, granted that elves didn’t get fat, their metabolism burning the light meals they have off before it could ever be a problem.
“Maybe. But we are not at safe times are we?” Draco muttered, Arwen seems to have become morose at his words too. He was never in safe times and he wondered if he will ever experience safe times.
“Imladris is as safe as can be. Worry not for now, we should live life while we are able to.” Draco looked up into Arwen’s shining face, there was something there that was conflicting with the happy mien she was trying to portray but he couldn’t figure out what. But she was right, he should enjoy the peace while he can, darkness was approaching and everyone could feel it.
“You’re right. So what were you saying about asking the chef for chocolate experiments?”
And that was how Draco got to be best of friends with the Lady of Imladris, through their love of food and experimenting with said food.