What worries me more is the event's affect on my Iorhael. He seems to think that it bodes worse trials ahead for him from his mun writer, and of a fatal nature. It may be time to organize a union for Puppets and Muses; I shall look into it. He and I shall discuss it, as we do everything.
In other news, though Fatty was mad at me yesterday, at least we got a chance to talk and I think we reached an understanding. I do hope he comes back to the Shire. I miss him. And Estella too; I haven't seen her since Melkor interrupted our afternoon tea. And where are all the little hobbitlings--the Gamgees and Bagginses? I've seen so few out at play lately.
I also spoke with Lord Glorfindel yesterday about our coming to visit with him and Celeborn in Imladris. The plague of fell butterflies does seem to bode ill for a relaxing vacation, so perhaps Iorhael and I should revise our itinerary for our little trip. We shall see.
