#i think my mom had a thing for nightshade plants

So I wrote a Gríma Wormtongue fic, based on an unfinished one I read a while ago, which sadly hasn’t been updated since 2013. Just some easygoing post-war stuff.

I just really love the idea of Gríma becoming a gardener who grows poisonous plants. It makes me think of my mother and the big garden she had when I was younger, and the poke weed she grew, and the way she gently told me to wash my hands when I brought her a jimsonweed flower, but still put it in a vase for me. She would also plant moonflowers under my window so they would grow up the wall high enough for me to see them from my bed, knowing they were my favorites.