The Eating Game
A/N: Once again, Legolas tries a new game and in the end, he is literally
interested in having his cake and eating it too! Therefore, I now serve
up this short story inspired by the "The Drinking Game" scene in ROTK
“Would you like another slice of cake?” Legolas asked Aragorn the elf’s intense blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Legolas don’t tease me like that!” the stuffed man groaned before he softly belched. Then he slumped down in his chair.
“It looks like you might have room for the slice here,” the elf
continued to tease while he gently poked the top of Aragorn’s bulging
“Stop that! Just the mere thought of eating anything more is making me queasy!”
“Aragorn don’t tell me the elf can hold his food too!” Gimli
groaned out in disbelief from the floor where he lay flat on his back
after his own overly full stomach had toppled him off his bench.
“Okay I won’t tell you.”
The dwarf groaned this time out of frustration at losing to the elf again.
Legolas softly chuckled before he looked down at his prone friend.
“There is more cake if you want it.”
Suddenly Gimli scrambled to his feet with one hand clamped over his
bulging cheeks and mouth. Then he staggered as fast as he could out the
“Perhaps it was something he ate,” the elf innocently suggested while he cut himself a slice of cake.
Aragorn winced at the pun.
“How can you eat anything more?” he asked while his stomach started to churn at the thought of it.
“It’s easy my friend. While you and Gimli each ate, your way
through three loaded, plates full of food I only placed on mine a small
sampling from three different dishes so I am no where close to being
full like you are. This piece of cake will be my fourth plate of food
and I will be the winner once I eat it!”
“You cheated!” the dwarf accused angrily from outside. Fortunately, the fresh air kept him from loosing his meal.
Legolas adopted a hurt look.
“I did not! You and Aragorn only said whoever ate the most plates
of food would be the winner. Neither one of you at any time mention the
plates had to full of food in order to count!”
“He’s got us there Gimli! Nor did I notice him doing it since I was so intent on out eating you both!”
The dwarf snorted while he watched as Legolas triumphantly ate his piece of cake.
“At least make him do the dishes!” he pleaded to Aragorn.
“I can’t my friend. Remember we also stipulated that the losers had to do them.”
Gimli snorted again.
Legolas laughed. “Seeing how the two of you are too stuffed to move I will be charitable and do them for you!”
“Come along Master Dwarf! Let us retire to the garden where we can
digest in peace with our pipes!” Aragorn suggested. Then he loudly
groaned as he slowly got to his feet.
“Are you sure the two of you wouldn’t like to take a nice large
slice of cake with you?” the elf asked innocently his intense blue eyes
twinkling with mischief.
“If only I had my axe with me then I could kill him right here and now!” Gimli growled menacingly.
“It’s a good thing you don’t. Otherwise we would end up having to
do the dishes,” the man reminded while he shot the elf a warning look
the same time he herded the grumbling dwarf out the door.
Legolas laugh again. “We will have to play this game again!” he yelled after them.
“Mellon nin if you keep up this teasing I will stuff you full with all the cake in Gondor!” Aragorn yelled back irritably.
Now this made the elf laugh again before he left his friends and their full stomachs alone and in peace.