Current mood:

thoughtful

Inner Thoughts of a Growing Family
I could feel the thump in her stomach, the feeling of growth, of life.... Days upon days have past, time has grown shorter it seems, but as every day progresses, the life grows larger. Already it has started to show, beautifully, under her soft garments.. It will not be long before she will not be able to wear them...

Not long now...

I find myself become less and less patient, wanting the moment to come when I will look into the beautiful eyes of my child, hold it, love it. I ask her what seems to be every day, "How long, how much more time must I wait?"

I am ready to be a father...

Listening to Aragorn speak of the Shieldmaiden, I hear a lot of myself, a lot of how I was before I really knew Vorladien. I told that it only gets worse after the first observations. But at the same time it only gets better. Sometimes I wonder if I had ill intentions coming to Lorien for the first time, if through all these years I had another plan in mind besides that of a teacher. If so, then perhaps Celeborn and Haldir do have reasons to suspect and doubt me. Especially now that I'm in exile...

Oh, by the Valar, the word has probably reached them of my expulsion from Mirkwood. I know my father and, for his own pride, he would not give the specifics, but for my own humiliation would tell all forests of what had happened to me. If asked what the specifics are, I will either decline revealing the information or...just tell the truth...

No, I can not tell the truth. Vorladien's integrity, her reputation would be at risk if I said anything so, for her sake, I will probably end up lying. However, I do not know what I would say...

What I could say that would not seperate us...

Glorfindel seems grieved over something, though I do not know what. I hope he knows that now I feel a certain connection to him, a kinship, as it were. He trusts my wife... I hope he knows that he can trust me as well...