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Merry and Pippin are the Florida boys and Frodo and Sam are from Georgia. In this essay I will...

There are multiple posts saying that Legolas is the Texan amongst the Fellowship of the Ring and you’re all wrong it’s Gandalf. It’s 1000% Gandalf. Gandalf followed a wild horse for two days to tame it and would regularly ride up to the Shire with a cart full of homemade fireworks. Gandalf's the Texan.

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What's the context OP?? I need to read the full story while taking rigorous academic notes like I'm annotating the Aenied again.

Writing for Elrond is all fun and games until he suddenly possesses you and spits out bars like this

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Elrond: So what was that about how foolish it was to jump off a cliff with the rings?

Galadriel: I SAID I WAS SORRY OKAY

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Working on acquiring a Critter Nation cage to house seven male rats, name them after the seven sons of Faenor, and then force them to swear an oath to obtain the silmarills. Only then will I know peace.

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elrond jumpscare tuesday

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Legolas always having to hear others talk about how hot his dad is and getting fed up with it.

"Yeah Legoas is beautiful but have you seen his DAD??? 🫦"

"PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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New clothes: acquired.

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Notes on Keeping the Children Alive, by Maedhros Feanorian

One of them tried to bite me yesterday. A spirited effort, but doomed to failure. I will teach them how to do it better– their teeth are certainly sharp enough for it.

Woke up with flowers growing through the crack in my bedroom window. I suspect this is their doing. They are not very good liars.

Letting them climb on me has proved an effective bribe for good behavior.

They appear to like being tall. (possibly related to being descended from Turgon and Thingol??)

They stopped being afraid of me faster than most adults. Am I losing my touch???

Disregard previous note. Eldritch monsters recognize each other.

Am teaching them how to make the most of their shapeshifting abilities for political intimidation. They are shaping up to be menaces. Good.

Twins are old enough to begin swordfighting, and clearly eager, regardless of what Maglor says.

I have taught the children to argue with Maglor. I am certain they will eventually wear him down.

Gave the children more blankets so they would stop using my cloak as a blanket. New blankets have been resolutely ignored.

I am sure they'll stop commandeering my coat if I ask them.

I have decided not to ask them. (They are very cute when they are asleep)

Children are now attempting to negotiate their way out of bedtime.

Small animals appear to like the children. Especially birds.

They found a kitten in the stables yesterday. They would like to keep it.

Teaching the children to argue may have been an error.

Children asked whether it was possible to have three fathers. I am uncertain why. (Thingol homophobic??)

One of the children called me "Atar" today. Definitely did not cry about it. Not even a little bit.

It appears the children were asking about three fathers because they would like to be adopted.

I informed them that two fathers was the limit, but that Maglor could be their second mother, if they like.

Kano was too stunned at being acknowledged as the children's parent to correct them about calling him "Amme." Another successful plan.

(Kano, if you're reading this, then yes, this is payback for referring to me as a "brooding drama queen" for patrolling Himring's walls, in a very un-dramatic way, like a normal, responsible lord)

(Also, you of all people do not get to criticize me for being dramatic)

The children's Quenya is finally good enough for them to start reading higher level diplomacy treatises. I couldn't be prouder.

The children have never done anything wrong, ever, in their lives. I know this and I love them.

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Elrond had never said as much, but he had always thought that the story of Beren and Luthien falling into such a sturdy love at first sight was a little unbelievable.

He quietly held that skepticism until the Second Age, when, tired and grieving just after the war with Sauron, he turned a corner and saw several things at once.

There sat an elven-maid in silvered armor spattered with mud. Her silver hair, released from her helm, tumbled down in sweat-darkened clumps. Her sword lay bare across her lap, the cleaning cloth (half-covered in dark orc blood) discarded in favor of a lifted hand, upon which rested a songbird trilling its melody. The lady was smiling, looking upon the bird, and the smile did not lift the weariness from her face, but rested alongside it.

"Oh," Elrond thought.

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okay so where are my fellow fresh out the slammer stans at

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I wanna change my url but to WHAT?

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and for a fortnight there, we were forever

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OMIGOD TTPD IS OUT I AM CrYING

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me at any minor inconvenience: ok i’m going to go home and smoke weed about that