When it rains, it pours. o.o

[frodogamgee]

holy shit

I've sort of locked myself inside for the past few days, doing a lot of reading. Lots of good books here by Plato and Aristole and all those old Greek cronies. But then I went out to check on Pete and discovered that Elanor now has beach-front proper

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[elanorgamgee]

*whispers* Sixth Age, actually, but who's counting, right?

Um. *wonders if she should ruin his fun by telling him that the water is actually very slowly receding now* Would you like some help? *completely straight-faced* I could waterproof your ark boat if nothing else.

[elanorgamgee]

*focuses on her breathing, not so much because this contraction is unbearable but in order to practice for the Real Thing*

*between measured breaths* I'm ok, Frodo--just another 'practice' contraction.. *smiles a bit wryly once it's passsed* But they're certainly starting to feel 'real'.

*Having caught the flash of anger in her brother's eyes before he jumped up to see if she was ok, she says softly* I could have gone with him, Frodo, but I decided to stay here.

[frodogamgee]

*He settled back down, after assured Elanor wasn't going into actual labour. He shakes his head at her strength and the fear that such a labour gives him. He knows he could never put himself in her position.* *After he settles down he looks away from her, back out at the sea* I understand why you didn't go, knowing it wasn't yet your time. Why he had to leave you, though . . . *it was inexcusable to him: elfs were immortal, Elanor's lifespand was a blink of the eye to someone like Gil-Galad. Why couldn't he have just waited? He had waited so long already, it seemed another 100 years would hardly matter*

[elanorgamgee]

*pauses for a long time before answering--of course that was the question she had struggled with every day for weeks*

*quietly* But that's just it--how does one know when it's their time? What does that mean, anyways? I mean, at some point I will be joining him.. *silently adds to herself* if he returns, that is.

[frodogamgee]

*he stiffens a little and glances to her.* I hope you won't leave shortly after your child is born? *He looks at her coolly, and then back to the sea, perhaps sadly* I know he'll come for the birth. I'll go to Valinor myself and kick his ass if he doesn't. *He smiles wryly, but looks back to her. The last thing he wanted to see was Elanor having to raise her child all on her own. He resented the fact that all this time she had been pregnant and he hadn't even known to have returned sooner to help her. Nine months she had been pregnant -- almost as long as he'd been gone for. He drew his knees back to his chest, and closed his eyes against the memories of that time*

[elanorgamgee]

*Her answer is quiet, matter of fact, perhaps a bit cool itself*

No, had I planned that I would have already left.

*She understood her brother's anger at G-g leaving her when he did, and in a way she was grateful for it, as it was anger that she herself had not permitted herself to feel. Yet at the same time a part of her wanted to challenge him: 'Who are you to say anything on the matter? You weren't here and you don't know everything that happened between him and me, what he and I had to struggle against and work through.'*