Mar 23, 2006 20:44
I’ve aspired to be many things: craftsman, loremaster, prince.
Most recently: husband.
But despite my ambitions, I never saw myself as a father, as the head of this diaphanous “House of Fëanáro”-so far, just my wife and me-as a paterfamilias.
Until now.
I watch Nerdanel, her hand upon a belly still flat and firm-but not for long. Life burgeons there, growing even as the tears spill from her eyes, for she had been afraid of what I’d think.
Those other things-craftsman, loremaster, prince-I’d forsake them all for this.
I kiss the tears from her cheeks.
daily drabble,
fëanor