Homecoming

[frodofigment]

Well, Bingo and I recently returned home. I sent off a letter, and got a reply from Isengar. He says hello to all of Back End.

Though we had a very enjoyable time at Great Smials, despite the curse of Melkor on Lover's Day, it is nice to be home. Very nice, indeed.

Tea, melamin?

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[bbolger_baggins]

Tea would be nice, melamin. Thank you.

*runs up and dipsmooches him* Because I can. *grins*

[frodofigment]

You're very welcome.

~is reaching for the tea pot when he's dipsmootched. Laughs, clinging to him~ Good thing I hadn't picked up that tea pot, you! Yes, of course you can. ~gives him a quick kiss~ You silly hobbit.

[bbolger_baggins]

Oh, but I'm used to buring for you, love. *winks, strokes his curls and let's him go* of course! And you wouldn't have me any other way.

[frodofigment]

But not being scalded, and I wouldn't like that much. ~smiles at him~ No, I wouldn't. What fun would it be if you were a dull humourless thing? ~pours him some tea, adds sugar and hands him the cup~ It would be like living with myself. ~pours himself a cup, and takes a sip~

[mayorsamgamgee]

*knocks*

[frodofigment]

~looks at the door and frowns, goes to answer it~

Oh, hello Samwise. What can we do for you?

[mayorsamgamgee]

Errr...'ello, Mr. Fro--Iorhael. Mr. Bingo. Mr. Iorhael, can I talk to you a moment? Realm business.

[frodofigment]

Certainly. Come in. Why didn't you come to me there, if it's Realm business?

[frodofigment]

~staggers into the bathroom and weakly pulls the curtain closed behind himself. Sags to the floor for a moment, then pulls himself up, gritting his teeth against pain. Turns the water on in the sink, sticks his fingers down his throat. Watches a black oily substance wash down the drain before doing it again. Keens low in his throat before leaning to take a drink of water and wash out his mouth. Repeats, until he can't taste it anymore. Sags against the sink, feeling dizzy~

[bbolger_baggins]

*lowers his sword from Samwise's throat and takes his hand off his chest, then strides to the bathroom* A'maelamin?

*slides around the curtain and inside, quickly reaching to support him* Ooooh! *carefully feeds him a larger wave of energy but carefully monitors himself trying to keep control of the flow--he can't make a mistake now, not when Iorhael needs him*

[frodofigment]

No...no...don't give me anything...not right now. It's not helping me... ~shakes his head, and pulls himself back to the sink, gagging~

[bbolger_baggins]

All right. *closes off the flow and goes over to him and starts rubbing his back*

[primula_bb]

*in response to her son's call, excuses herself, rifts to the Realm, gathers her children, and rifts back to Back End. With Bella on her hip, and Frodo following behind, makes her way to the Pantry Smial and taps on the door*