G - like a gasping Galadriel.
1. Light My Fire - by Gwynnyd
Light My Fire
The cooks scoured the city for unusual tastes to tempt the presumably jaded palates of the Queen's relatives. Galadriel watched Aragorn's eyes light up as he popped a lacy round of glossy orange-red garnish into his mouth. He shamelessly filched the garnish off Arwen's plate, chewing and smiling while she playfully slapped his hand.
Galadriel picked up the unfamiliar slice of fruit from her plate and crunched it. Fire ran down her throat and exploded into her head. Her eyes streamed tears. She gasped in air and grabbed for her glass, gulping frantically.
Aragorn looked sheepish. "It's an acquired taste."
A/N – if Sam can cultivate potatoes, Gondor can import habaneros.
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