Elwing
The days are getting harder to bear. My head spins without ceasing. I throw up more often, almost every morning awakening violently sick. I am dizzy and feel bloated, although when I touch my stomach, I can feel no difference in its contour.
The days can’t pass quickly enough. Ëarendil is all I want. I dream of him every night and miss him by day. Each hour feels like eons, and by the time I go to bed, that morning feels like a distant memory.
I imagine the instant we are reunited. I imagine telling him of my pregnancy, my first. How will he react? Will he be happy, or afraid for my survival? Will he cry? Laugh? Or will he be so preoccupied with his own troubles that he simply will not care?
Oh Ëarendil, if you ever cared for me, hurry home.
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Wanderer
FantasiaShe never dreamed that she would have to give him up. He only dreamed of going. Earendil the Mariner is in love with the sea. It dominates his waking his hours and his dreams. It's beginning to take over his life. He's got to choose what's more impo...
