urge to kill... rising...

[primulabaggins]

I had tea with my son some guy I met this afternoon.

It was... pleasant.

Drogo! We have to work on a plan. He's not the italics weilding boy who left all those years back.

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[drogobaggins]

I'm all ears, my love.

[primulabaggins]

Whatever we do, it must be soon. Frodo's seen Bingo, I think.

Can I count on you to help if I should need to resort to... plan C?

[drogobaggins]

You can count on me at any time, my dear. All is in readiness, so long as I do not need to actually physically exert myself.

[primulabaggins]

Don't worry dear. *caresses hand* You won't have to lift a finger for Plan C...

[ex_frodooft]

Is he really my brother?? Are you going to kill him??

[primulabaggins]

No.

Here, have some money. Go buy your husband wife disturbingly submissive and disgustingly huge fucktoy Sam some rope or elves or something.

You've been imagining things again.

[ex_frodooft]

Oh.

Well, alright, thanks, mum! He's not disgusting.

Please don't hit me.

[primulabaggins]

You're welcome.

*twitch* I won't hit you. Dear.

Just stay away from nasty STRANGERS, ok?