“Dearest Lindethiel,
I am not angry. Ossë’s pet has caused beings greater than you or I to make asses of themselves throughout history. We are merely its latest victims.
Your letter finds me as well as can be expected. I suspected something like this had happened, given my state of profound, irrecoverable euphoria. It feels a bit like waking from an opiate dream; it was pleasant to feel completely untouched by responsibility for a spell, but now I am faced with the consequences.
I am lucky in that no great harm seems to been done, save to my dignity, and my observatory. I shall recover.
…I should say that I hope no great harm was done– I can only guess based on my current assessment of the tower. I pray this was a localized event; in my experience, these wishes can have far reaching effects that cannot always be accounted for.
Did you wish for ought else but my blissful incapacitation? Are there any other disturbances to report, any changes I should be aware of? I must trust your acumen in this matter, for my memory of the last 18 hours is somewhat… confused.
Yours, bewilderedly,
~Thû, Lord of Mordor
Addendum: All my furniture has become very small. Either the effects of your wish have not entirely worn off, or my brethren have been playing tricks on me in this vulnerable state.”
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