Sprinkles of Snow by Tamatoa  

"Comfort Food"

From Grundy.

“That’s not even a square!” Elros giggles over his brother’s shoulder.

Elrond, for his part, stands atop his stool and glares somewhat balefully at the unevenly cut dough rolled out on the counter. “There’s not enough left for a square, ‘Ros.”

Maglor chuckles at both of them, reaching into the bowl of mixed meat to roll up a ball and plop it down on the jigsaw-like bit of dough. “There’s enough for a blanket,” he tells them, “here’s your piglet.”

Elrond lifts the corner—or sort of corner—of the dough dubiously. Before Maglor can reach over and show him how to stretch the bottom layer, though, Elros has climbed halfway up the rungs for the stool to stick his head under his brother’s elbow and reach for the half-completed pig-in-the-blanket.

“You have to tuck it in,” he informs his brother, doing just that with perhaps more solemnity than necessary.