What's Really Best

Charlie has moved up gradually in his work, but has become busier rather than freer with his time. Although he has called a lot, he hadn't come to visit in some time. It was a bit of a surprise when he showed up today to visit Lothi. He was surprised himself to see three more toddlers crawling around the house. I could tell from his words that he thought I was watching some other woman's children, but Charlie eventually realized that they were indeed mine.

Luck?

Even though it took me some time to get into the routine of caring for a young child, I've gotten back where I need to be. In fact, I feel as if I've been more efficient than ever. Perhaps I'm taking too much of the credit, and Lothirien is just a smart child, but in what feels like half the time she has learned everything needed. She walks as if she never knew how not to, and she uses words I hadn't heard from my other children until they were older. Whether Lothi is a step-above or I have grown to be a good teacher, I'm proud of her either way. I suppose it's good that she knows what she needs to with another child already on the way.

Namesake

All of my children's birthdays seem to keep coming so fast. Elaril has grown from a handsome child into a handsome adolescent, excuse me, teenager. I'm always happy to see them grow older, but saddened as well. Ureliel, on the other hand, was positively ecstatic that she and Elaril were the same age again. The two of them are always at their most happiest when they are.

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New Neighbors

With Sildor learning everything that he needs, I knew I could no longer delay meeting more men. Unfortunately, the difficulty of finding suitable men has not decreased over time. I tried to be creative in my searching. Instead of going to the tavern or walking along the street, I collected all the information I've learned to choose a good spot where men are likely to gather. I feel as if I'm a hunter looking for animals rather than an noble-blooded elf.

Anyway, an idea came that I should try the building called a "gym." It is a place where residents can go to make their bodies stronger. Being tough and manly is apparently a big deal for the men here, or so I've heard. I went there hoping I would not be too out of the ordinary. What am I saying? I am always out of the ordinary. The humans here have no manners so they take one look at me and refuse to stop staring. I've grown accustomed to it, I suppose, but it's harder dealing with it in new situations where I already feel nervous.

I did not have to spend much time at the gym though. After walking around the whole building, I only met two men. Surprisingly, the rest of the humans there were female. It certainly was not what I was expecting. The first man I met, Mr. Kenji Midden, was taken by another woman. Then there was Mr. Bernard Webber. I don't want to sound horribly mean, and I honestly do not hold this fact against him, but I didn't know it was possible for one's body to grow so large.

As you might assume, we elves live very healthy lifestyles. We eat only what we need and are rarely indoors sitting down. At home, I've never seen anyone with more than a subtle roundness to them. I've seen some people who weigh more here, but not any Mr. Webber's size. I really only point this out because it is surprising. Otherwise, he was much kinder than others I have met. He too was taken by a woman so my search was fruitless.

Knowing I couldn't stay away from home for long, I returned to my children in a disappointed mood. I have not been in this town for too great a time, but my chances of finding suitable men aren't getting any better. If there's no one here to assist me then I should not be here.

Leaving the Nest

I am glad that someone has inherited my mother's artistic talents. It is good that I have taken up writing for Elaril is constantly attached to the easel. He can finish paintings much faster than I can. Of course, his works are still that of a child's, but it won't be too much longer before they are brilliant. Maybe I can save one of his paintings some day, and bring it back with me when I return home. I'm sure my mother would like that very much. I would as well for Elaril will be long dead before such a time comes. That painting will be all I have to remember him by......

I try not to think of that cold reality.