Sprinkles of Snow by Tamatoa

"No victory, no return!"

From cloudyhynms.

“Don’t come back empty-handed,” Maglor warns. He sets the torch in its sconce by the door and nudges Elrond and Elros further down the steps into the cellar, then shuts the door behind them.

They’ll be fine, probably. If they don’t like it—well, it’s a punishment; that’s what they’re for. They should have just done as they were told and stayed away from the sweet cakes the cook was making.

Maglor rolls his eyes to himself as he nips one of the remaining cakes off the high pastry shelf in the kitchen. Catching rats can’t be that difficult anyway.