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working

Two Weeks Back
It feels good to be back in Lorien again. At first I was nervous returning to the Golden Wood, but now that I know that Vorladien is happy being back, I am more at ease. The whole time riding back, we discussed what names we wanted for our children. She was strangely quiet, thoughtful, listening to me babble about meanings and quaint combinations. I finally decided on the names Elen and Estel, the latter, of course being in honor of my dear friend, Aragorn. I am sure he will like the publicity.

It's strange, but we've been in Caras Galadhon for over two weeks now and have been pretty much alone. Perhaps Vorladien has seen her mother about and hasn't told me or our presence just is not known, but the halls where we have resided all these years have been eerily peaceful and silent, like a graveyard.

As every day goes by, my wife's stomach grows larger, twice as much for the load she is carrying is double what we had originally thought. However, with the growth of our children is the growing knowledge that she is becoming incapable of doing as much as she used to. I admit that it is partially my fault, as I am very adamant about her not straining herself. Her frustration is more visible by the day and I am just about her only outlet for her pre-maternal irritation with me.

He smiles to himself, quill twisting in his hand as he continues writing.

We spent most of our time yesterday relocating my possessions from my room to hers, a sort of ritual, one could say. It wasn't all that difficult, but with my fear of her doing any sort of heavy labor, I found myself dragging gargantuan chests and various other cumbersome objects to our room, Vorladien persistently demanding that she help me. It was almost like listening to a young child that was very set on getting what she wanted. It is just part of my influence, I'm afraid.

She has grown just as stubborn as I am.

I wonder about Aragorn sometimes. He is so two-sided that it is very hard to decipher or who he truly is. This issue with the Shieldmaden has just about plagued my mind as much as his, amusingly, and I seem to be bent on getting him to go back to Rohan, but I have gotten nothing but excuses off of him. He tells me that he is worried for me, that he barely knows her and then one cannot forget his silences when he sees my skepticism. I suppose it should not any business but his, but he is my friend, my brother in fact, and I just want him to be happy. Is that so wrong? I don't think so....

Well, that settles it...

I'm going to pay a little visit to Rohan...