And now I remember why I was so drawn to learning Elvish when I was younger--its sheer beauty. But how I'd just swell with pride when some elf would call me "Elf-friend" or tell me what "a jewel among hobbits" I was--condescending bastards! I was such a good little token hobbit! I had no idea how unearned Elvish arrogance was at the time--but long years of lobbying in Gondor have taught me otherwise. "Oh, why listen to the ramblings of a creature of an hour?" they'd say after one of my most skillfully prepared speeches. Damn them!
Oh, well, I have to remember that not all Elves are like that. And still, all that aside, it's true what the Eldar Appreciation Society says: Elvish is for Lovers.
Well, I must be about making dinner. Erchi and Merry are out back in the new gazebo Erchi bought for Grandmum, and I bet they're getting hungry. I hope Elanorelle and Gil-galad will be able to join us, and that Samwise and Frodo will put their latest spat aside and come too. Would that a'maelamin were home soon.
