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You: Good morning!
Gandalf, an intellectual: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

Bilbo: *muttering* I miss my books, I miss my armchair. I really miss my bed. With sheets and softness and absolutely no rocks. Going on an adventure is not what I-
Thorin: *walks by without a shirt*
Bilbo: What a great time to be alive

Who hasn’t Laerophen accidentally caught kissing in a random corner? He almost tripped on Thorin 3 and Bomfris on his way to the toilets near the council rooms once. He was walking with Gimizh and managed to steer the kid around Beri and Genild in a broom closet (those noises are totally someone reorganizing the cleaning products. Totally not worth investigating). Laerophen and Merillin went for a walk in the moss gardens only to see Gloin and Mizim happily locking lips. Laerophen is so put upon

My poor socially incompetent flamingo Elf, awww ❀ Gangling his way from blush to blush, freezing in place when he stumbles across yet another romantic rendezvous, NO I AM NOT AT ALL TAKEN OFF-GUARD SEE HOW VERY COMPOSED AND IN CONTROL I AM AT ALL TIMES, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MY EARS ARE NOT RED

You just know that he was only looking for the library. 🙂

the Douglas Adams Silmarillion

lintamande:

In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god.

Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.

This God is known by many names – or, at least, he will be, once there are entities other than Him in the world, which at the moment there are not. The Elves will call Him Eru IlĂșvatar and He is really looking forward to it. 

It might be wise to back up a little. Well, Time has yet to be invented, so technically we cannot ‘back up’ at all, but there are some things that ought to be said before we proceed with the primary narrative here, which is how Eru IlĂșvatar got around to making the Elves that would call him that name, and then to the long string of catastrophes that would get some Elves in the habit of cursing it. 

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