“And they built lands and Melkor destroyed them; valleys they delved and Melkor raised them up; mountains they carved and Melkor threw them down; seas they hollowed and Melkor spilled them; and naught might have peace or come to lasting growth, for as surely as the Valar began a labour so would Melkor undo it or corrupt it.”
(( He’s just trying to play it cool, he missed you too))
“W-well… I was. For a while. Not that long though, oh mightiest of the Maiar. Just a tiny little year. Hardly anything worthy of discussing…”
“I suppose it has been… quieter, around the tower. Fewer intrusions by uninvited guests and much less back-talking, and, now that you mention it, my servants have been looking a little drab…
Yes, alright– if pressed, I might say that we’ve missed your company. I can’t be the only one who wrangles Khamûl into respectable clothes, and the Haradrim morale suffers amidst all this black and grey; they’re a lively people in need of color and music and most of all a steady supply of strong black tea (you DO still have access to your supplier, yes?) Perhaps it was your good influence that brought that much-needed bit of levity to these grim battlements.
Honestly, I don’t understand why the undead must be so depressing– do resume your customary antics and brighten the other Nine up a bit, won’t you?
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