FIVE. CHILDREN. FIVE OFFSPRING. FIVE!! ... *cough*

[glorfiestardust]

Thanks to Rivendell's favourite hypergrowth demon-children, the back of our house is missing. Celeborn had banned Bela from the house after the boy blocked the hall toilet with a severed orc head, but he stuck around in the backyard with Claude in the My Little Pony tent, killing and roasting Celeborn's pets for "food" and occasionally "in the

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[elvengoldmine]

I would just like to remind you that Bruschetta is my little sweet angel and she would never pick locks :) :) :)

[glorfiestardust]

Or take payoffs, or egg her brother on, or ever, ever touch him, I know. We've been over it. :) :) :)

[elvengoldmine]

Honey....you're smiling alot....that's usually not a good sign for you. Do you want to stroke your hat and pet Duck? :D

[glorfiestardust]

............................................................................ yes. Can I have hot chocolate, too?

[bruschettardust]

I don't appreciate your little strike-thrus, Daddy. Momma says I'm a perfect angel and if you deny it, I'll go crying to him. Then we'll see how fast Bela will have to start selling tapes of you two sleeping. With a barbed wire fence between you.

[glorfiestardust]

Very cute, Bruschetta Caratima. Here's fifty bucks, go buy a bra.

[bruschettardust]

:snatch: Thank you, Daddy. :smiles sweetly: Make it two hundred and I won't show Mom the Polaroids I found in Elrond's lockbox.

[glorfiestardust]

*smiles broadly, jaw twitches* Ha-ha, what a clever little witch you are, sweetheart. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were Morgoth's, ha-ha!

Take three hundred and leave quickly.

I think I almost pity you

[bela_stardust]

*eyes Bruschetta and Mum*

On days like this, it must suck to be you.

As well you almost should, son.

[glorfiestardust]

... I have nothing to say on the subject. :)

[brilthor]

Overripe bananas blow.

[glorfiestardust]

They do. Want to see my draft?

Re:

[brilthor]

Of course. I'm sure it's very good. Our family is very productive when in a drunken stupor. Once when I was drunk and pregnant, I read the Valaquenta.

[bnh]

No one can resist the Glorfie.

/random

[glorfiestardust]

And no one should try.

[bnh]

Because, like, resistance is futile.

[glorfiestardust]

Precisely. Also, people who try tend to make it a point to be a pain in my ass, which is bad.