*fumes*

I haven't seen my son since he was an infant. AN INFANT. So long ago they didn't even MEASURE time back then.

And he still. Hasn't. Come. To see me.

Not even mentioned me.

His sodding mother.

Who is the reason he BURST INTO FLAMES at the end of his life instead of decomposing like all the other dead people.

I'm hurt. :(

Oh shit.

YOU.

Sex. Here. Now. Leave the kingdom alone. I didn't come back to life and completely undo the system of elvish social customs and marriage just so you could become a workaholic again.

Being alive again has certainly been interesting. Let me settle some things.

Nerdanel, dear, since it seems you'll be my daughter-in-law until the end of the world for a while, I insist that you be as pretty as Eärwen and Amarië. Or at least attempt to be. The more aesthetically pleasing you are, the more I'll like you, because yes, I am shallow ( Read more... )

I like chairs and chairs like me.