#CryingShakingThrowingMyselfAtYouMetaphorically

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LINDIR!!!!!✨💖

You have RETURNED!

The world is once again bright! The halls of Rivendell are no longer empty and cold! The sun shines a little warmer! The birds sing a little sweeter! The scrolls—oh, the scrolls—have been weeping in your absence!

Do you understand the suffering I have endured without you?

The emotional toll? The existential despair?

Do you know how many lords and ladies have asked me for things I do not have the authority to give? How many times I have had to politely decline their increasingly unreasonable demands with no one to back me up?

And Glorfindel. Glorfindel. Do you know how many times I have heard the words "It will be fine, Eredin," only for it to NOT be fine? Do you know how much cocoa I have consumed in your absence? Do you know the lengths people have had to go to in order to protect the pantry from my insatiable sweet tooth?

I have MISSED YOU. 😭

Oh, Lindir, my poor, banished friend, my suffering soul, my exiled companion—how did you survive such horrors? How did you endure the burden of leisure? The trials of relaxation? The unspeakable agony of watching dolphins frolic?? (They frolicked, Lindir. I do not know if I will ever recover from this revelation.)

But now—NOW—you have returned, and Rivendell rejoices. The scrolls will no longer gather dust in mourning. The halls will no longer ring empty with despair. And I—I—shall no longer suffer alone!

Welcome home, my dearest friend. Never leave me again. 😭✨

Vacation or Banishment? The Dark Truth Behind My ‘Restful Retreat’

I have returned from exile.

Or, as Lord Elrond would insist, I was "sent on a well-deserved respite for the sake of my mental health." But let us not split hairs over terminology—one man's "restful retreat" is another man's banishment to a land of sunshine, leisure, and enforced relaxation.

Yes, dear friends, I was unceremoniously sent away to the seaside.

Not because of any wrongdoing on my part (unless you count an overabundance of duties and a tendency to overwork as a crime, which—according to a certain Lord of Rivendell—absolutely is). I was given no choice in the matter. I was informed, rather kindly but firmly, that I was to go. And I was to rest.

Rest, I ask you! As if I were some fragile creature in need of coddling! As if I do not thrive in the halls of Rivendell, amidst my scrolls and duties! And yet, my protests were silenced by a single raised brow from Lord Elrond and an unmistakable look that said, Do not test me, Lindir, or I will make you take an entire month off.

Thus, I was sent away to the peaceful and lovely shores where I was forced to endure the horrors of gentle waves, soft breezes, and days spent with nothing to do but read, take strolls along the shore, and relax.

It was dreadful.

I had nothing to stress about. No responsibilities weighing on my shoulders. No urgent matters to attend to. It was unbearable.

Eredin, my dear friend, I apologize for my absence. I did not choose to abandon you in your hour of need. I was exiled. Sent far away, where I had to witness dolphins frolicking in the waves and experience the unfathomable luxury of napping without guilt. It was horrific.

But fear not! I have returned! I have survived the treacherous beauty of my imprisonment and am back in my rightful place. My form has been restored. My quill is in hand. My mind is sharp once more.

I am ready for whatever awaits me.