Deeds in Days of Old by janeways

Chapter 4: Celegorm // Oil & Fried Foods

Celegorm sits beneath a canopy of stars, slicing potatoes. Animal fat sizzles happily in the pan. He has volunteered to cook for the camp on their last night. This meal is his own recipe: simple and satisfying, even if you regret it in the morning. (His friends joke it’s like him.)

The next morning, he returns. Weeks in the wild, learning the tongues of birds and beasts—he knows his father will not approve, unless he writes a book about it. Celegorm is not going to write a book about it. He sighs, opens the door, and crosses the threshold.

Chapter End Notes

I know schmaltz isn't oil, but hey, that's what they used back in the day.