It was a good day, a happy day. Vaenthal had had some luck in his search for knowledge it seemed, having found some old scrolls that very morning which a friend of his now sought to translate and I had been blessed with a quiet and peaceful morning save for one man who had tried so very hard to convince me that I should fall in love with him on the spot.
When he came to find me, sitting in my usual chair of the tavern, my dear elf was practically beaming from ear to ear. It was heartwarming to see the merriment in his eyes. I do believe his joy was quite contagious for when he suggested that we celebrate with a bottle of wine, I did not argue.
I had never tasted wine before then. Marinette had given me ale once before, but I did not like it. The wine was vastly different to the ale, the taste of it light and sweet, but I cannot say that it is a beverage I shall choose to partake in often. Nevertheless, I drank of it slowly if only to see Vaenthal smile.
Davick came by at one point, almost spoiling our joy with his growling and demands. He had asked for Arugru, but my beloved hound was not with me this day and I refused to travel to the house to retrieve him. I told Davick that he may do so himself if he so wished but he would not, for whatever reason believing that I should be the one to run his errand. Instead he became increasingly nasty with me, stamping his feet like a spoiled child and spitting out insults, at one point declaring that we would never again be friends. I suppose that should sadden me, but I find that I care not. Arugru has been a loyal and trusted companion for so very long now, he grows old and tired, the wounds received when protecting me in Angmar perhaps plague him more than he lets on. He rests long and often and I will not disturb his peace just because Wolf chooses to throw a tantrum!
We did not allow him to spoil our day, though, and it was soon brightened exponentially when Bearn and Eaerthryll came by with their newborn son. They looked radiantly happy, the pair of them almost glowing with pride and bliss. 'Thryll did make me hold the baby which was extremely awkward for me, but I must admit that he is a beautiful little thing with his wide blue eyes and hair as red as Raruccu's.
They were both accepting of my relationship with Vaenthal, which is far from surprising. Raruccu has never been a man of prejudice, too busy spreading his deafening laughter and blanketing the area in infectious glee to even consider words of hatred. How I adore that man with his heart twenty sizes too large for his broad chest! 'Thryll too is a dear woman, so graceful and kind with a heart almost as large as that of her husband. I wish more people were as these two.
The talk between us four went on for some time and, whilst the majority was pleasant albeit slightly embarassing with Raruccu telling tales of my time under his roof, it ended up becoming somewhat uncomfortable when the topic changed to how well I looked with a babe in my arms. Vaenthal seemed almost taken with the idea and was quite shocked when I spoke words of denial. He was, I think, caught up in the moment rather than considering the implications of such a thing.
It is a nice thought, I suppose. To be the mother of his child would be a fine thing, but our relationship is too new to seriously consider it. Not to mention my difficulties with the act that creates a child in the first place and the simple truth that were we to breed we must first be married and, in doing so, I would damn him to an eternity alone. He would first watch me die, then our children and our children's children, on and on throughout the ages with never the option to again find love. The price is too high.
