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Early this morning, I wandered into my office, conjured a latte and settled onto a long yellow sofa with my pretty little handmaid, sitting at the other end with a laptop balanced on her knees. I handed her a latte and told her to read off the week's To Do list. She raised the cardboard coffee cup and tapped it.
"The lawsuit against Starbucks, for one. Manufacture of horrendous coffee under the seal of a Vala and the image of a Maia."
"Later."
"There's also this canon-reversion thing going on. It's that Jackson twat's fault, apparently."
"Fuck that. He didn't see fit to include a single 'Ah Elbereth' in the first movie, and have you read the dialogue in the Silmarillion? Not happening."
She nodded. "Amen, milady."
"Anything else?"
"I don't kn--" She kept scrolling. "Oh. Your brother's secretary's kids are still with spiderchick."
"Right, right, Denethor's Italics Twins. I have an idea for that. Give Aulë a call for me this afternoon, I'll need his help."
"Ok, but what happened to non-intervention?"
I waved the question away. "I have my reasons. He's certainly not going to get any help from any of the other Valar. It's a favor for Nám, in part. Anyway, dear..." I tied off the end of the constellation I'd been weaving. "Never pass up the opportunity to insert references to bizarre British cinema into an angstline."
"The lawsuit against Starbucks, for one. Manufacture of horrendous coffee under the seal of a Vala and the image of a Maia."
"Later."
"There's also this canon-reversion thing going on. It's that Jackson twat's fault, apparently."
"Fuck that. He didn't see fit to include a single 'Ah Elbereth' in the first movie, and have you read the dialogue in the Silmarillion? Not happening."
She nodded. "Amen, milady."
"Anything else?"
"I don't kn--" She kept scrolling. "Oh. Your brother's secretary's kids are still with spiderchick."
"Right, right, Denethor's Italics Twins. I have an idea for that. Give Aulë a call for me this afternoon, I'll need his help."
"Ok, but what happened to non-intervention?"
I waved the question away. "I have my reasons. He's certainly not going to get any help from any of the other Valar. It's a favor for Nám, in part. Anyway, dear..." I tied off the end of the constellation I'd been weaving. "Never pass up the opportunity to insert references to bizarre British cinema into an angstline."