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Prompt: based off of this continuation where Thranduil is this Gordon Ramsay-esque chef/judge and Bard gets picked for his competition. Cue major UST and flirtation.
Everyone who was anyone in the world of cooking knew who
Thranduil Oropherion was.
A top-shelf chef, he owned five of the world’s most
pretentious yet delicious restaurants, all based on highly technical
otherworldly dishes. Not a flaw ran throughout those kitchens; praise singing
from food critics’ mouths. In order to get into such a restaurant, one would
have to put a reservation sometimes months in advance.
Truly, his knowledge of food surpassed all but those of the
greats. Hundreds of recipes were embedded in his mind, lying dormant until they
could be used. There was a rumor floating around that he could be blindfolded
and still manage to cook a three course meal without a hitch. Whether those
tales proved accurate, no one really knew. But many wouldn’t put it past the
blond chef. Deft were his slender hands while dicing or chopping or filleting –
the knife dancing in a quick tune dangerously close to his spindly fingers. Yet
no blood was ever drawn for years, and probably never would be.