Eönwë: Sir! Balrogs killed Fëanor and then his son got captured! Manwë: I see the Noldor are in a terrible plight. We must help them. Eönwë: Oh, thank Eru! Sir, what will we do? Manwë: We’ll make a massive fucking lantern Eönwë: Manwë: And a smaller one too.

















