It never fails. Each time I go outside, or simply look out the window, I fully expect to see Eloril coming down the sidewalk. He told me he would be here around this general time period, but who knows what kind of delays he may run into. As long as he doesn't bring another space-born foreign baby with him, I suppose I can accept whatever can happen. I greatly fear any delay from him though. I'm already terrified enough as it is. Some part of me can't stop believing that the letters from Eloril are actually from the man who took and burnt the previous ones. What if he's merely pretending to be Eloril to set me up for disappointment?
However, it really can't be that way. The letters are in Eloril's handwriting. Even if that man could copy his style, there would be no way he would know how to fluently write in elvish characters like the letters sent to me were in. Every rational part of me tells me that it's only my nerves getting the best of me. I just wish it was as simple as it sounds to ignore those nerves.
