Instead of rejecting guys by awkwardly telling them I’m not interested,
I’m going to start telling them they can date me only if they bring me a Silmaril from Morgoth’s throne.
Á colë nin Silmarillë Moringoþo mahalmallo. Bear to me a Silmaril from Morgoth’s throne.(Or Moringotto for those who don’t keep þ.)
Thank you so much
I’m gettin’ reaaaal tired of finding these schmucks on my doorstep, trying to get my Silmarils off me to impress their dates. Dungeons are overflowing as it is, and the werewolves are starting to look a little rotund.
How about you tell them to, I don’t know, climb to the top of Taniquetil and steal Manwë’s knickers or something?
Á retë Taniquetildenna ar á mapa Manweva unduhampë.
- Me, stealing a peach from off the amenities table at work: Do I dare to eat a peach? Do I dare disturb the universe?
- Coworker: ...What are you doing?
- Me, mouth full of peach: Eating a peach. And quoting T.S. Eliot.
- Coworker: You are a massive nerd.
- Me: Yes. Yes I am.
SO I got in the mail not ONLY my official acceptance letter from Northeastern Ill, but ALSO a PACKAGE! From Charis! OMG YAY! With books, geeky t-shirt, and dorky mug. Yes. She knows me much, much too well. Pictures to come, soon!