*sleeps with his head on a sheaf of building plans*

CALLING ALL MORIQUENDI!!

Fuck, I hate that word. Dark Elves my arse. I saw the light of the Two Trees before most of these idiots...

Help needed to build New Menegroth! The jewel of the West! Yadda yadda yadda blah blah blan.

*potters around the house, looking at various proposed plans for New Menegroth*

YOU!!!!!

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU????

On second thoughts, I don't care. Just give me back my sword.

*sits down under a tree, and begins to take a census of the Sindar Elves*

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*always wondered if anything had happened between you and you*

*is feeling very sensitive about this subject due to the Morgoth fiasco*

*sharpens his sword and wonders if Luthien could sing Sauron to death this time*

*shifts restlessly in fevered delirium*

*is utterly devastated*

*bleeds profusely, tries to get to his feet, and staggers as the poison takes hold*

*remembers what it was like before he knew Melian*