Tragedy Has Struck in Imladris: A Tale of Betrayal, Loss, and the Relentless Pursuit of Cocoa
I never thought I would see the day.
A day so dark, so harrowing, that it has shaken me to my very core. A day that will be remembered not in the grand songs of old, but in the whispered, sorrowful recollections of those who bore witness to my suffering.
Glorfindel. Used. All. My. Cocoa.😭😭😭😭😭
All of it. Every last grain. Every precious, irreplaceable speck of that rich, velvety indulgence that I hold so dear. Gone. Vanished. Whisked away into oblivion, no doubt in some reckless and ill-advised culinary experiment that I do not wish to know the details of.
When I went to my stores, expecting comfort, expecting warmth, expecting the deep embrace of cocoa-infused bliss—there was nothing. Just an empty container, hollow and mocking, echoing with the ghosts of what once was.
I had to sit down.
I had to breathe.
I had to come to terms with the fact that I, Eredin of Imladris, had been robbed in the cruelest, most unforgivable way imaginable.
And then—then!—Lord Lindir, may the Valar bless him, saw my plight. He saw the devastation in my eyes, the tremor in my hands, the despair that wrapped itself around my very soul. And he has been trying to acquire more cocoa for me ever since. Tirelessly. Bravely.
Like a hero in a forgotten epic.
He even gave me chocolate truffles from a secret stash he has been having for "Eredin Emergencies".😭
But the journey is perilous. The supply chains are unreliable. And the whispers in the wind tell me that Glorfindel—unrepentant, unashamed—has made no effort to atone for his sins.
So now I wait. I wait in agony, in the cold, in a world devoid of the chocolate that once brought me joy. I wait for Lord Lindir to return, his hands full of salvation, his heart full of mercy.
And until that day comes… I will not know peace.
