When Bound By More Than Love - The Sorting: Bingo Bolger-Baggins
We are spending the night in Undertowers and Elanorelle has prepared us a room that leaves nothing for want. With all she is bearing,
she forgets nothing for her guests' comfort. I only hope we can bring her some small bit of it herself. May she sleep soundly and peacefully.
I have my beloved back with me
--in one piece, I am most relieved to say. Most relieved.
But there is more, more for us to sort out. His responsibilities to his realm. And . . . and more in me to sort out, I am afraid. I am afraid.
But we will talk. And that is
what we do best
. . . well, one of what we do best anyway . . . What was I saying? Oh yes . . .
Talking, and in sympathy, is what we both do best, from the day we first met
. . . and then when I first visited him,
which won't come as a surprise to any one, I'm sure. So if we can't find our way through this maze, I suppose no one can. For no one can love more than we do. No one. A'maelamin? The fire has taken nicely now. Shall we sit by the fireplace awhile? Current Mood: loved yet anxious