*smiles viciously* I assure you I take threats to my grandchild's life very seriously.
*sits back in his chair, conversational, apparently relaxed* Eärwen has asked me to temper my response, of course. No doubt on behalf of her husband. The whole scramble stinks of Nerdanel, honestly. And all because of some foolish little girl with accursed blood. (Elmo was wrong about her. Anyone must see that.)