oh my GOD
OH
GOD
Nonnie, you know something
this is reminding me that Elves do not in fact celebrate their birthdays, they celebrate their conception instead
and so, once a year, Thranduil would have done this. Once a year. ONCE A YEAR
“…SO THAT WAS THE SIXTEENTH TIME, AND NO LUCK. BUT THEN THE SEVENTEENTH TIME, YOU WERE MADE AND IT WAS SO JOYOUS, SO BEAUTIFUL. WE WERE UPSIDE DOWN IN A TREE AT THE TIME, THERE WAS WHIPPED CREAM AND GLITTER GLUE EVERYWHERE. I’D BROUGHT THE CLOTHESPEGS AND SPATULA, AND YOUR MOTHER WAS-”
“Auugh, Adar, please. STOP.”
“MANY HAPPY RETURNS, ION-NIN!!!”
(ONCE
A
YEAR)

