I can’t help but think of Mandos sitting alone in his halls with Nienna and Vaire, during the years of the trees, with nothing to do for millennia but to look after the disembodied soul of Miriel, and the occasional idiot who got themself killed by accident.
Mandos: Hey was it really necessary to have a god of the dead on a planet populated entirely by immortals? Because there just doesn’t seem much for me to do.
Eru: Be patient. Wait for it.
I couldn’t resist.







