My dearest nephew Elphir:

[ivriniel]

I am no longer the she-Cyclops walking. But I see that you've got yourself in a bit of a pickle. Should I try to help out? Will this result in having a curse placed on me too?

I just don't want my eye to be gouged out again. But I'm quite concerned about your... welfare. Your very interesting welfare.

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The sad thing is, I'm beginning to enjoy it. SAVE ME

[elphir]

Help would be adored.

Attempts to trap Melkor into fixing me himself have been foiled by him being a rude bastard.

WHAT CAN I DO??

[ivriniel]

Um.

Where are you?

I DO NOT KNOW. HOW DOES ONE GET RID OF LUST AND OTHER SUCH THINGS?

[elphir]

Tied up by Elfwine's horse. He got sick of me trying to cut his head off. I'm still sure that's how you kill a zombie.

Which means I'm somewhere in Numenor. God this place looks the same all over.

TRANQUILIZERS. AND PICTURES OF NUDE WILL WHITFOOT.

[ivriniel]

....right. I'll be over right over with a tour guide and tranquilizers.

Poor baby.