Remind me, a'maelamin...

[frodofigment]

Never to cook again. ~shakes his head and gets ready for bed~ Unless I am ready for a long day. Now, I don't know about you, but my toes are freezing and I see a bed with nice warm blankets with my name on it. ~crawls in bed and curls up under the covers~ ....But its missing the heater. Where is that hobbit? ~peeks out from under the covers at

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[bbolger_baggins]

*glances at him fondly* Oh . . . *finishes taking off his clothes* . . . that hobbit is waiting for you to warm up the bed . . .*folds clothes, smiling wickedly* . . . so he can slide his icy cold feet along your warm body when he climbs in. *finishes folding with a more preoccupied look on his face*

[frodofigment]

~laughs~

....What's so interesting about those clothes, melamin? ~sits up and watches him~ Is something wrong?

[bbolger_baggins]

Hmm? Oh, no, nothing's wrong. *puts away the clothes and climbs up onto the bed, resting on his elbows on top of the covers next to Iorhael, facing him* Just mulling over events today before it all becomes a blur. There was a great deal to take in.

[frodofigment]

Good. ~reaches out and pets his curls, and strokes his cheek~ There was a great deal...I can say nothing, if not that. ~yawns~ All very tiring! Mother did make for a confusing turn of things. She's so...so different than she ever was. She shifts and changes. I believe she'd be a very powerful muse, if she had the inclination towards it. She certainly is adaptable.