#wakerulerepeat

Greetings, my friend! My morning routine. let’s call it the calm before the storm.

I rise with the sun, or more accurately, I roll out of bed as it’s creeping over the horizon. (Who really enjoys waking up early? Even when you’re the High King of the Noldor, it’s still a battle. 🛏️☀️)

First, a moment of reflection, or, more realistically, me dramatically staring into the distance and muttering, “Valar, if you’re listening, just one peaceful day. No chaos, no drama. Please? Please? I’ll even take half a day.” Spoiler: I never get it. 🙄🙏

Then comes tea, strong enough to wake the dead and possibly intimidate a Balrog ☕🔥. It’s the only thing that makes me semi-functional before I get ambushed by Galadriel’s latest “I’m going to kill Sauron” plan and Elrond, pacing around looking at me like he’s got twenty different solutions to problems I didn’t even know I had.

After tea, time for stretches and exercise (yes, I stretch. No, you don’t get to see that). How else do you think I manage all of this?

Next comes a bath, and robes, because yes, I do need to look and smell like a king after all. 🛁✨ Even gold robes don’t work magic alone, you know. Honestly? Today, I seriously considered just walking into council wrapped in a gold towel, throwing my arms out, and declaring, “Deal with it. 😏👑” Then, I’d leave them to faint in silence. Maybe tomorrow.

Then comes breakfast—fruit, toast, maybe a pastry if I’m feeling dangerous (because who doesn’t love a little rebellion before the day kicks into gear?). 🍎🍞🥐  It’s basically fuel for the soul-crushing review of the council’s agenda, which is always 90% problems I didn’t cause but am still somehow responsible for fixing.