“…whenever you leave the party, when you get home, I’ll be here again with whatever you need to nurse the hurt. A shoulder to cry on, a rumor of orcs to hunt down, as many bottles as we need of wine, or that terrifying potato alcohol the Beorlings invented—anything you want, Nelyo, and I…”
— Celechwes Fixes the Noldor, Ch.7
It’s so important to reread your own fic, because otherwise you forget details like the strong implication that the people of Beor invented vodka at some point in the late 300’s FA.




