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The Quenya Ban - a redonkulous shortfic
Valinor, Sixth Age
Thingol closed his computer. He was smug. Today, he had done a great thing.
“Why do you look smug?” asked Melian. While she couldn’t break the fourth wall, unlike the author who thinks he’s terribly clever, she could point out the obvious.
“My dear,” replied Thingol, proud of himself, “today, I have done a great thing.”
“But you didn’t vacuum like you told me you would,” retorted Melian.
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Can be found on AO3.
Thingol closed his computer. He was smug. Today, he had done a great thing.
“Why do you look smug?” asked Melian. While she couldn’t break the fourth wall, unlike the author who thinks he’s terribly clever, she could point out the obvious.
“My dear,” replied Thingol, proud of himself, “today, I have done a great thing.”
“But you didn’t vacuum like you told me you would,” retorted Melian.
( The rest here )
Can be found on AO3.