This ficlet is set in a variation of Fiondil's ficverse, shortly after Glorfindel's return to Aman in the Fourth Age. Thanks for Fiondil for letting me play there.
Elured and Elurin are the twin sons of Dior (and brothers to Elwing) who were abandoned in the forest to starve to death after the sacking of Doriath. According to HOME 4, Elwing's half-elven father also was granted the choice to choose Elven or Mortal destiny, and I interpreted this as reason enough for the twins to also be able to choose to be Elves instead of Men.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Title: Atto’s Favourite
Theme: Some like it hot
Element: 275 (participants picked a number between 100 and 500, and had to use that many words in their challenge entries)
Eluréd and Elurín stared avidly at Finrod as he picked up his spoon to sample the soup that had been placed before him. He raised an eyebrow at the Reborn sons of Dior, then turned towards his wife. “Do I have something caught in my teeth from the last remove?” he asked.
Amarië shook her head, eyes sparkling. “Of course not, my love. I believe that they simply wish to know if you like the soup, as they helped to make it.”
The former King of Nargothrond’s other eyebrow rose, but he grinned as he asked, “And the kitchens are still intact?”
Eluréd opened his mouth to protest, but Elurín shook his head at him, deterring the impolite protest before it could be aired. “Adar, we haven’t smashed anything since that first time, and that was an accident. We’re very careful when we cook, just like we were taught to do in Lórien.”
The prince relented and dipped his spoon into the reddish brown soup, scooping up a generous spoonful of minced meat, beans, finely slivered carrots and plump softened bits of grain. “And was this a recipe that you learned to do there? What is it called?” He put the bowl of the spoon into his mouth and swallowed the contents before they answered.
The spoon landed in the bowl and splattered the tablecloth and Finrod’s robe as he lunged for the nearest goblet to put out the fire that burned from his lips all the way to his stomach.
Eluréd proudly answered, “Gondolin Pepper Soup. Glorfindel said it was your very favourite, so we put in extra hot peppers just for you, Adar!”