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It was just another day in the Halls of Mandos, when suddenly Namo showed up at my door, looking pissed off. "I suppose you want out, too?" he growled.
"Uh..." and before I could say no, he had thrown a passcard at me and was "escorting" me to the door. I tried explaining to him that I was just fine here, playing Go Fish with Elurin and watching Jeopardy! reruns with dead Numenorian kings, but an angry, impatient god in sunglasses is a damn intimidating thing to face, and I couldn't get much in over his shouting, "Get the fuck off the [dining room] tables!" at the dwarves. The most coherent thing out of my mouth was, "But... no paperwork... office... sign things?"
He steered me out the door and said, "Your father filled it out for you. In case 'his girl' wanted to follow him. No reason to let that all go to waste," before shutting it in my face. I stood there for a long time, staring at the door. Namo was in a really bad mood. He had been ever since all those people came in, yelling and screaming and getting drunk, after the Island Flood. Dangerous. There was no way I was going to try to go back in, but... Fuck. I hated living. I never had a mother (she was probably a crackwhore), my father was a wacko, my husband and two of my kids were killed in some idiotic conflict over some jewel. (The history of Middle-Earth is totally dictated by the fate of tacky pieces of jewelry.) Life sucked. It would be nice to see my little girl again, but it's not like she was never coming back, and I wasn't looking forward to a repeat of my last time around. I'd probably end up getting married and widowed again in a fistfight over a pair of earrings.
When I stepped into the transport, the operator gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Hey, at least you don't have to go through puberty again." He had a point.
It's ironic, really. Who'd've ever thought a father could fuck up his daughter's afterlife?
Hi, Dad.
"Uh..." and before I could say no, he had thrown a passcard at me and was "escorting" me to the door. I tried explaining to him that I was just fine here, playing Go Fish with Elurin and watching Jeopardy! reruns with dead Numenorian kings, but an angry, impatient god in sunglasses is a damn intimidating thing to face, and I couldn't get much in over his shouting, "Get the fuck off the [dining room] tables!" at the dwarves. The most coherent thing out of my mouth was, "But... no paperwork... office... sign things?"
He steered me out the door and said, "Your father filled it out for you. In case 'his girl' wanted to follow him. No reason to let that all go to waste," before shutting it in my face. I stood there for a long time, staring at the door. Namo was in a really bad mood. He had been ever since all those people came in, yelling and screaming and getting drunk, after the Island Flood. Dangerous. There was no way I was going to try to go back in, but... Fuck. I hated living. I never had a mother (she was probably a crackwhore), my father was a wacko, my husband and two of my kids were killed in some idiotic conflict over some jewel. (The history of Middle-Earth is totally dictated by the fate of tacky pieces of jewelry.) Life sucked. It would be nice to see my little girl again, but it's not like she was never coming back, and I wasn't looking forward to a repeat of my last time around. I'd probably end up getting married and widowed again in a fistfight over a pair of earrings.
When I stepped into the transport, the operator gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Hey, at least you don't have to go through puberty again." He had a point.
It's ironic, really. Who'd've ever thought a father could fuck up his daughter's afterlife?
Hi, Dad.