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Chapter Sixteen

Day Three Hundred and Seventy

Sorry I haven't written in a few days. I've been on a strange plateau of feelings since I hit the one year mark. My birthday (and Gorvon's return) is in about a month. I'll be twenty-four.

Not much out of the ordinary has happened. I've been screwing up in surgery, slowly learning how to properly cook meat, and my Sindarin lessons have turned into general talks about Middle Earth culture. Lindir still comes and sings, but knows to keep any musical instruments far, far from me.

I spend a lot of time cleaning; it helps calm me down. Somehow it makes me feel more in control of my situation, even though cleaning won't resolve any of my feelings.

I've been thinking about home a lot. About my family.

I miss them, all the time, every second I think about it. A few months ago, I would have gone back without a second thought.

But now... now I learned to love it here. More than just Gorvon -though I do love him more than I can say- but... I love the elves. And the Dúnedain. And cooking. And healing. And this world... maybe, I don't know, I was meant to turn up here, and there was just some glitch and I was born on earth?

I don't know. I don;t think that's it; my dad and I may have had out issues, but I still loved my parents. And I look just like my grandmother Kay. But part of me feels like I belong here too. It's a headache.

Day Three Hundred and Seventy Three

I looked at the veil Lýthril is beginning to work on. It's going to be very pretty; beaded in the same style as my wedding dress.

I just need o think of my wedding to get exited again

Day Three Hundred and Seventy Nine

I know, I know, it's been a week. I've been busy.

Well, no, I haven't, but I've been practicing sutures. I have perfected them, at least in small animals.

In other news, attempting to cook after sewing up a cut in an animals muscle is not a good idea. Nor is vomit the best fertilizer.

Day Three Hundred and Eighty Two

I have finally, finally cooked a "very good rabbit", in Bilba's words. Ruinir still needs to be convinced.

Day Three Hundred and Eighty Five

while my meat skills are finally getting to where they need to be, my bread still tastes like flour.

Note: add less flour to bread.

Day Three Hundred and Eighty Six

Now bread is soupy. More work required.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety

Ruinir finally gave me his top-secret bread recipe. He essentially just told me how much flour to put in. one step closer to a certifiable cook!

Day Three Hundred and Ninety One

No closer to a baker however. Cake tasted like rubber.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety Two

Amdirben came today, he saw, me, grinned, and then said

"I was so glad to hear the news I almost forgot to make fun of Gorvon!"

Well, that's one wedding sentiment I wasn't exactly expecting.

We ate lunch and it was rather nice. He told me some amusing things; apparently Gorvon has been rising around like the madman that he is and practically singing when he announced to whoever was home that he was engaged to me.

"From what Baradir, Gorven, and Carathor told us from their more frequent visits, it was painfully obvious to all but you."

I feel so clever. Really.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety Four

Hallbarad, Baradir, and Padhron came, along with a Dúnedain named Lomon I don;t think I've mentioned before; he's only got one eye but he's a hoot.

The general consensus was that had I realized my feelings sooner, things would have taken less time. Well, hey, it takes two to tango!

As a side note, my pizza rolls are Dúnedain certified as delicious.

Day Thee Hundred and Ninety Five

Carathor and Aithron made it. Only a few more and we'll have half a village. But it's unlikely too many more can make it, and they're insisting on having a huge party when I get to Arnor.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety Five, Later

Gorven came, got off his horse, walked up t me, and almost hugged the oxygen out of my lungs. Then he said "Finally!" so loudly I think everyone heard it. Wouldn't surprise me if they did. They're elves.

One more to go, best for last, I guess.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety Seven

He's here.

Day Three Hundred and Ninety Seven, Later

Gorvon just smiled at me when he arrived. I suggested we go for a walk in the gardens and he agreed, and when we got to the spot where it happened, he gave me a ring. It's beautiful; silver, a thin band, but there's a sort of braided pattern along it, made of of miniscule, complicated knots.

Which is fitting, he knotted when he saw his ring; they match.

"I missed you," I admitted, after we finished the more physical part of getting reacquainted.

"I've missed you, as well. Burnt rabbit is not the same without you there to enjoy it."

I hit him in the arm, but I was smiling.

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