I tried to work today, but it was obvious that was not possible even to the Mythopoeic Society. Seeing as I am supposed to “rest” and “take it easy” which I am predisposed to never doing because I have things to do--not the least of which is to remember this is the LAST Monday of March and the LAST time to celebrate Thranduil Tárisil Oropherion, born Súlimë (March) 182 S.A. on Isilya until next March.
But they know better than me, I suppose. They are those that are too good to me. I will reward them somehow. For the moment, I am slightly flushed and my stomach turns. I will be fine. I know you worry @peonies-and-poppies and @fortunatelyclevercandy. I still do not like not working. Now I will pout about it for awhile and force myself to do what they advised me because otherwise they will not answer my question until they think I am well. They must have thought I was working too hard. They treat me like a treasure--delicately and protectively. I guess I will rest then. If it will make them happy.
Book II: The Saga of Thranduil will be the longest of the Trilogy. 18 chapters in 8 months is a bit much, but I love what I do. And it will not be long before I come across a Hobbit, some dwarves, a bowman and a wizard again. I suppose that will not happen until I rest some. FINE.
Yes, I am spoiled. I am Thranduil. And my story could belong to the world. Providing I take a nap once and while. I am going to pout.