Warning: Canon Slaughter

Sep 22, 2002 17:21

"Ok, here. Ham on rye with mayo. Changing into what?"

"Thank you, princess. Where're Eru's chips?"

"............ :dramatic sigh: :snaps fingers: There. Big Grab Fritos. Now then, changing. into. WHAT?!!!"

"Go look in the mirror, princess."

"............................... :SCREAM OF TERROR:"

"Talk to your husband, kiddo."

So I stalked around until I found Manwë ironing my lingerie. His answers were evasive at best, and he kept trying to distract me by trying to get me to try on some new dresses he picked up somewhere in Modern Earth, though for which of us they were originally bought I can't be sure. He was much more cooperative when I pinned him up against the wall. :)

:clears throat: At the dawn of time, Eru created the Valar. Manwë came before me, and when I came into being, Ilúvatar pushed me towards him and said, "Get along, kids. I have plans for you two." And Manwë spake unto Ilúvatar, "Daaaaddyyy, if you won't let me wear the Yves St. Laurent evening wear, will you let Varda?" And Eru said, "Ah, fuck," and waved his hand, and I was transformed. And the Valar sang and grew and built, and my transformation was maintained by the power of Ilúvatar. Until the day that Ilúvatar decided to fuck off to Rivendell, and he handed the responsibility of my maintenance to Manwë.

And then he forgot all about it. >________< Theoretically, I turn back when we get our powers back. Theoretically.

I need a drink.
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