The note is not signed, and though Melkor speaks fluent frownyface, it seems there is not much to respond to even if he knew who’d sent it. The dark lord picks his nose with the paper and tosses it into a brazier. At least it was useful.
[It’s not so much a *letter*, as a scrap of paper with a great big frowny-face with a sticky-out tongue drawn on it in wax-pencil, and it’s not so much *delivered* as manages to impale itself on one of the nearest dark lords’ pointy-bits. It’s not even signed.]
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