"Morgan!" Diatimur's voice rang through the rafters. "Come back, Morgan!" He shook his head to himself.

No, I refuse.

"Theo's refusing to eat unless you do!" His eyes flew open. What? No, his elf had to eat. With a sigh, Murk swung himself down and tapped Dia on her shoulder. She gave a small cry, whipping around, then sighed.

"Morgan... Just come on." Murk let himself fade back into the shadows as he followed her.

Fine, Murk would eat.

A little.

He didn't want to be full.

'Stuffed', 'Ro called it.

The last time he had been was in Mordor. And he never wanted to remember his grandfather's realm.

In any way.