Chapter 5: Melissa & the Seven Elves
Morning broke, and Melissa was the last one to rise. She rubbed her eyes
and looked around. Keefe’s bed was made, and Fagan’s sleeping bag and pillow
lay neatly on a chair in the corner of the room near the window. She found her
dress on Keefe’s bed. Arowyn and the others were not in the room. Everyone was
up early. Melissa could hear talking and the sweet smell of breakfast.
“I wonder what elves eat,” she thought
as she slipped on her dress eager to find out. She found a brush on top of a
chest drawer in the room and combed her hair.
“I
hope they don’t mind me using this,” she said to herself. “After all I came
unprepared for this trip.” She grimaced and rolled her eyes, letting out a soft
sigh. A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Milady, breakfast is ready.” Nolan said. Melissa
smiled. She joined the elves at the table. Breakfast was interesting. There were
vegetables, lightly toasted mushrooms, along with large grubs and freshly baked
bread. A pitcher of water was next to another pitcher with raspberry juice. Scrambled
eggs were on a long platter ready for eating. Melissa is intrigued.
“Where do you keep your chickens?” She
asked. “The chickens belong to the community, and they are in a chicken coop in
the far side of the village.”
She did not see bacon or ham. “Don’t you
guys ever eat ham, bacon or sausages?” Nolan’s eyes shot open, and he shook his
head. “We do not eat meat,” he responded. “Most elves are vegetarian, however
in this community, we occasionally eat fish,” Adain added.
“Oh, so you are Pescatarians?”
asked Melissa.
“I suppose we are. We Elves are a race of
beings that have a great respect for life,” said Nolan. “Paradoxically some of
the greatest assassins and knights in all of history have been elves, not to
mention some of the best archers in the
world,” Keefe said. “Wow I didn’t know,” said Melissa, intrigued by what he revealed.
She ate her breakfast as if she had not had breakfast in a long time. “Going through
that wormhole or whatever it was, really made me hungry,” she stated. The sauce
is quite good, made of natural herbs and vegetables. Melissa did not touch the
wine. She drank the raspberry juice that Nolan made instead. Something tastes
like tofu, but she isn’t quite sure what it is, nevertheless she enjoyed her
breakfast very much.
“Who cooked the breakfast? It is good.”
She said, as she finished her drink.
“Arowyn cooked this meal,” said Demetrius.
Melissa smiled at Arowyn and winked approvingly. Arowyn smiled back with a
twinkle in his eyes. Later Melissa spoke to Arowyn about her stay with them.
