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The Kitchen Witch
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,539
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Tea
He woke to Sarah’s voice. “Viggo…Viggo…wake up…blessed be Viggo you are going to catch your death out here…now come on, wake up.” She was tugging on his arm. Why was she tugging on him like that? Finally sleep fell away and Viggo realized he had slept all night on the porch.
“What? Oh man I feel like hell.” Viggo said looking up at Sarah whose green eyes were wide with concern.
“Did you sleep out here all night? Are you trying to kill yourself?” She asked tugging again at his arm. It was then that Viggo registered she was trying to pull him up but she didn’t have the strength.
“Give me a minute.” He said raising his hands in the air.
“Alright…I will just put this in the kitchen…and brew you some tea.” She said softly.
“Coffee.” He corrected.
“Tea, Viggo, you have been out here all night on this blasted porch swing…you will drink my tea, it’s better for you than coffee.” She said letting herself into the cottage.
Viggo stared after her…well that was different. So Sarah does have a willful side? He liked that.
He finally managed to stand up but he was sore all over…sleeping outside on the porch swing wasn’t the most brilliant move he ever made. He grabbed up his journal and walked inside.
Sarah was already in the kitchen making his tea. He watched her a few moments and then saw her pull a small bag out of her pocket and set it on the counter. The water boiled and she started steeping the tea and then sprinkled a pinch of whatever was in her little bag into the tea. He watched as her fingers seemed to trace along the top circle of the cup and he could swear he heard her say something. Then she grabbed the honey and set it next to Viggo at the table. “Honey if you need it sweetened. It’s better than sugar in this tea.”
“What did you say? He asked.
“Honey is better with this tea.” She repeated.
“No earlier when you were waiting on the tea to steep…you whispered something over the cup.” Viggo asked.
“Nothing…was um repeating the recipe to myself to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.” She lied.
What is in it?” He asked still not sure he believed her last answer.
“Oh you know all those witchy things, eye of newt, toe of frog.” She said laughing. “Actually it’s just my grandmothers blend of chamomile and peppermint tea with a touch of fresh ginger.” She explained setting it in front of him. “Does wonders warding off colds.”
Viggo smiled at her joke but still eyed the cup. Then he decided if she wanted to kill him she would have done it two days ago. He put a bit of honey in the cup and then tasted it. It was damn good and was already making his somewhat scratchy throat feel better. “This is wonderful.”
“Good…I brought you some scones, they will go well with the tea.” She said setting a plate on the table with two scones on it. “I need to go up to the attic for a minute…I need to get one of the big stock pots for the café …be right back.” She said wiping her hands on her jeans and walking down the hall.
Viggo watched her walk away. He ate a few bites of his scone and listened to Sarah’s footsteps in the attic. Soon he heard her come back down the hall. “Found it.” She announced smiling brightly as she carried a huge pot and set it on the bar.
Viggo smiled at her and then said, “Thanks yet again for breakfast and the tea…hopefully I won’t end up with a cold from last night.”
“Your welcome again. Please don’t go falling asleep out there again…it’s far too cold at night for that. See you later.” She said lightly as she headed for the door.
“Sarah!” He called after her.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to go out tonight…with me? Let someone else wait on you for a change?” He asked.
She looked startled at first and then smiled. “Sure…any place in particular?”
“Uh O’Malley’s seemed interesting.” Viggo said remembering the restaurant in the village.
“Oh yes they are wonderful…Mr. O’Malley is always trying to steal me away from the café though…Maria will be worried all night.” She said smiling wickedly.
Viggo grinned at her, “Mr. O’Malley is a smart man then. See you tonight around six then?”
“Sure…why don’t you meet me at the bookstore?” She asked.
“Ok. See you then.” Viggo said smiling at her.
“What? Oh man I feel like hell.” Viggo said looking up at Sarah whose green eyes were wide with concern.
“Did you sleep out here all night? Are you trying to kill yourself?” She asked tugging again at his arm. It was then that Viggo registered she was trying to pull him up but she didn’t have the strength.
“Give me a minute.” He said raising his hands in the air.
“Alright…I will just put this in the kitchen…and brew you some tea.” She said softly.
“Coffee.” He corrected.
“Tea, Viggo, you have been out here all night on this blasted porch swing…you will drink my tea, it’s better for you than coffee.” She said letting herself into the cottage.
Viggo stared after her…well that was different. So Sarah does have a willful side? He liked that.
He finally managed to stand up but he was sore all over…sleeping outside on the porch swing wasn’t the most brilliant move he ever made. He grabbed up his journal and walked inside.
Sarah was already in the kitchen making his tea. He watched her a few moments and then saw her pull a small bag out of her pocket and set it on the counter. The water boiled and she started steeping the tea and then sprinkled a pinch of whatever was in her little bag into the tea. He watched as her fingers seemed to trace along the top circle of the cup and he could swear he heard her say something. Then she grabbed the honey and set it next to Viggo at the table. “Honey if you need it sweetened. It’s better than sugar in this tea.”
“What did you say? He asked.
“Honey is better with this tea.” She repeated.
“No earlier when you were waiting on the tea to steep…you whispered something over the cup.” Viggo asked.
“Nothing…was um repeating the recipe to myself to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.” She lied.
What is in it?” He asked still not sure he believed her last answer.
“Oh you know all those witchy things, eye of newt, toe of frog.” She said laughing. “Actually it’s just my grandmothers blend of chamomile and peppermint tea with a touch of fresh ginger.” She explained setting it in front of him. “Does wonders warding off colds.”
Viggo smiled at her joke but still eyed the cup. Then he decided if she wanted to kill him she would have done it two days ago. He put a bit of honey in the cup and then tasted it. It was damn good and was already making his somewhat scratchy throat feel better. “This is wonderful.”
“Good…I brought you some scones, they will go well with the tea.” She said setting a plate on the table with two scones on it. “I need to go up to the attic for a minute…I need to get one of the big stock pots for the café …be right back.” She said wiping her hands on her jeans and walking down the hall.
Viggo watched her walk away. He ate a few bites of his scone and listened to Sarah’s footsteps in the attic. Soon he heard her come back down the hall. “Found it.” She announced smiling brightly as she carried a huge pot and set it on the bar.
Viggo smiled at her and then said, “Thanks yet again for breakfast and the tea…hopefully I won’t end up with a cold from last night.”
“Your welcome again. Please don’t go falling asleep out there again…it’s far too cold at night for that. See you later.” She said lightly as she headed for the door.
“Sarah!” He called after her.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to go out tonight…with me? Let someone else wait on you for a change?” He asked.
She looked startled at first and then smiled. “Sure…any place in particular?”
“Uh O’Malley’s seemed interesting.” Viggo said remembering the restaurant in the village.
“Oh yes they are wonderful…Mr. O’Malley is always trying to steal me away from the café though…Maria will be worried all night.” She said smiling wickedly.
Viggo grinned at her, “Mr. O’Malley is a smart man then. See you tonight around six then?”
“Sure…why don’t you meet me at the bookstore?” She asked.
“Ok. See you then.” Viggo said smiling at her.