Funny you should ask. It's out in the ocean somewhere, drifting around in the wet sand where the beach dogs left it. Just because one human being is rotten doesn't mean all are, any more than one rotten member of a race, a religion, or a nationality condemns the rest. There's no such thing as collective guilt, if there were there'd be no point in being good, we'd all be judged by the lowest specimen someone could find. All you deserve in this world are freedom, and the just desserts of your own actions, good or bad.
Cinnamon buns are the third finest creation of the human mind.
Bring Elfangor back to life. If you're stumped on how to do so I have a few Ideas, I could have been mearly a hologram that the Visser devoured, Or the Ellimist could have saved him at the very last moment. At first it was like oh, he's dead okay. Please Please Please Please Please Please PLease. Only Soap Opera writers can do that.