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Rivendell's family's hugs 

After the lifting of the siege

Eregion —> Imladris

Here they are from left to right: Atanalcar, queen of Numenor, Tindomiel, Elros, Vardamir and Manwendil

So, another joke about Middle-earth and light bulbs, but this time with Vardamir in the lead role, because why not?"An outstanding scientist" is a thing.

Vardamir: Idea! So, there's Arien, she flies around with the Laurelin fruit, and it's bright here during the day, right? What if we could somehow make lots of these constantly glowing little Laurelins and not waste so many candles?

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Manwendil: And how do you imagine that?

Vardamir: You're so boring!

"From gnashing of the Narrow Ice where shadow lies on frozen hills, from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and roving still on starless waters far astray at last he came to Night of Naught, and passed, and never sight he saw of shining shore nor light he sought. The winds of wrath came driving him, and blindly in the foam he fled from west to east and errandless, unheralded he homeward sped."

And a small continuation