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Joyous tidings I bring forth to you in this letter. But two eves ago, Andarne and I welcomed our child into the world. The child is indeed a son, like our dreams told us he would be. I am so happy!
It is almost time. Soon, I shall finally meet my child. I still linger within the homeland. As I write this, I am sitting beside the fount of the Lord and Lady. The water here is cool and refreshing, which I often find myself drinking.
Baingol has been looking after me, ever so attentatively. He will not allow me to fetch anything for myself and always insists I am seated. He is and will be a glorious father. Our child will be so lucky!
It seems I have neglected this diary somewhat, but so much has occured. I have not thought about writing.
I am now home. I am in Caras Galadhon, to be exact, sitting upon Talan Galadhrim. I am here to birth my child. Baingol insisted that we travel a little earlier than planned, just to be safe. Speaking of my beloved, he returned safely from Greenwood. I am so thankful he was unharmed. The business he had to tend to over there went smoothly. Lord Rasheke accompanied him, so he was in good company.
I am sitting in my quarters in Imladris, Tinuvinil is in a room nearby. O, how my heart danced as I saw him, just in time for the gathering in the Hall of Fire. I had so hoped he would be able to come, but could not be too sure, as I know Edhil from all kins are to report in for duty and set forth to the Greenwood. I feel that something great and fearful is on its way and it worries me to know that many of my friends are out there.
It has been a month since I last written, so it is about time I wrote some more. My pregnancy seems to be progressing well. Soon I shall see a healer again, to make sure.
Tis all good. Mithanor, my love in the next room of our quarters at Imladris, so fair and perfect. I intend to keep her company as long as I may. I am thankful now, that I have been granted duty leave for a short time as requested. For even a day without her is almost unbearable. How much I miss her, tis a weakness like no other.