Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26184570-20160315005909/@comment-26210095-20160315011328

Eru: Imrahil! Imrahil, King of Dol Amroth! Oh, don't grovel! If      there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Imrahil: Sorry-- Eru : And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's      "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy". What are you doing now!? Imrahil: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord. Eru: Well, don't.  It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so       depressing. Now knock it off! Imrahil: Yes, Lord. Eru: Right! Imrahil, King of Dol Amroth -- your Swan-Knights shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times. ARTHUR: Good idea, oh Lord! Eru: 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Imrahil, this is the Fruit of Dol Filifi. Look well, Imrahil, for it is your sacred task to seek this Fruit. That is your purpose, Imrahil -- the Quest for the Holy Fruit.
 * Eru comes out of the louds*