to all the elves that live in my head...

Maglor;

       I appreciate that you're having fun with your new beau, but can I please please play some of the others? You're a bloody attention whore. I don't care how pretty Ecthelion is.

       unimpressed,
              nutmeg




Turgon;

       Don't whine at me, this has been a long time coming. And no, you probably won't be favourite after everything goes down.

       sorry dude,
              nutmeg

P.S. Don't you dare blame Maglor for it or I'm going to make it even worse for you.




Fingolfin;

       Don't give me that look. I can't help if your children have problems. Especially not the ones who don't live in my head.

       
              nutmeg




Glorfindel;

       Okay, your idea for random surprise bags including cookies and a potion for other characters to buy? Brilliant! Remind me to type it up soon.

       cheers,
              nutmeg




Maglor;

       No. Seriously. Shut up.

       I'll make your life hell,
              nutmeg




Argon;

       Yes, yes, we'll bring you back to life in a bit. We just need to find you a plot first. Okay, yeah, I know you'll probably die again right away anyway, but we should do something interesting with you first. Like an explosion. Want to invent explosives?

       done, really,
              nutmeg

my city :(

Explosion in Bath.



...that's about a block from the cafe I worked at.