hello Lindir, do you happen to know Meludir?
Ah, Meludir!
Yes, I do indeed know him. A fine scout of Mirkwood, dedicated to his duty, swift of foot, and (most tragically) sworn to the service of King Thranduil.
He is also a most unfortunate member of our rather chaotic assistants’ group chat, a place of great suffering and camaraderie where we—those who keep the realms running while our lords and ladies brood dramatically in their towers—gather to share grievances, seek counsel, and despair collectively.
I must say, I do not envy his post.
One must possess either an iron will or the patience of Yavanna herself to endure the whims of both the Elvenking and his charming menace of a son. Meludir has both, and yet, I still suspect he lies awake at night questioning his life choices.
That being said, he is a good sort—loyal, sharp, and an excellent friend to Eredin, which earns him my begrudging approval. And most importantly, he is a fellow appreciator of chocolate, which means there is wisdom to be found among Thranduil’s ranks after all. A rare find, truly.