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.
Baingol sat me down at home a few evenings ago and brought forth worrying news. He, and a few fellow Malledhrim of his choosing, have been summoned by The Lady to venture to Mirkwood. Aid is required, as many of our kindred fall. I am concerned not only for my beloved, but my friends who will take the journey with him. What if they do not return? What if I am left to raise our child alone? Oh, the thoughts running through my mind!
I am attempting to remain strong for my Order, but I cannot help but worry. My love assures me he will return safely, but how can he be sure? I do not wish to think ill thoughts, but they plague me as of late. I am in Imladris right now. Yesterday evening at the Hall of Fire, I attempted to be as cheerful as I could. I took my lute and played many a happy tune. Tinuvinil, Mithanor and Halpendor seemed to enjoy my jovial disposition. I felt cheerful to be around my friends and making merry, but constantly in my thoughts was my dear husband and the journey he shall soon be making. I cannot bear to lose him. I fear, if I do, I shall surely wish to sail... the sorrow will be too much to bear.
I met up with Baingol later in the eve. I did not say much, I clung to his hand like a fearful child. I showed my true emotions with only him present. I spoke of my fears, my concerns, how I wish I could accompany them. He told me I have my own duty, albeit a different one; to keep our child that grows within me, safe. I love my husband so much, he is so wise. His words are soothing. I never wish to be without him.
