Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Oh good grief! What now? He knew that his memories of life in Valinor had been clouded to help him adapt to this new role but, he was certain, no-one had warned him about the way this body would continually… excrete stuff.
“It is something that afflicts the mortals on a seasonal basis,” the elven healer said. “The body seems to respond in this way to the lowering of the external temperature in the winter.”
As his eyes ran and, horrors, more fluid streamed from his nose, Mithrandir was not sure if he wanted to stay alive until the spring…