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|Current music:||All or Nothing At All|
My dear child, Thorium,
It doesn't matter who Iam. I am still the one that you know. I do not appreciate being snarkily addressed by child of 18...I will retract my claws now.
You are searching for a way out by blaming me. You knw that it is not me that you are angry with. I am wise and kindest of all the
drag queens elves. The only advice I can offer to you is to go to Brian. (He is rather lovely) and tell him how you feel. Talk to him. Together you can work through it all.
Enough with the sop. How is that lovely frock that I sent you? Does it fit alright? You never send me those sorts of details. I bet you have grown into a strapping young boy...I really look foward to seeing you again, for I hold you dear, as does my daughter, and all of Rivendell.
Thorium, snap out off your angsty state! You are a great kid! Someday you will be brilliant. Study hard and know that there is always a place for you in
The Pink Pussycat Middle-earth!
By the by, how is Lady Lutetium Magnolia? Does she still get around?
Lutetium's reputation proceeds her, thought Thor as he finished reading the letter. Feeling slightly better. It was all well and good that he should go and speak to Brian, but he still was not sure how. It was refreshing to know that they all cared about him so deeply. He did not care who Elrond may be, he would always be Elrond to him. He was sorry that he had been slightly snarky in his letter to him.
Thor looked around his room. He hadn't left it in a few days. He had had food (although he hadn't really eaten any of it) brought to him by the Dibdabs, no doubt Lutetium had seen to that. He looked in the mirror, he was quite dishevled. He decided to clean himself up and go down to the great hall and get something to eat. No doubt he would feel better. He felt his strength returning. The despair was leaving. Elrond always had that effect.
He smiled and gazed out his window around Suewarts.
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