Many a tear was shed the other night.
He came to me at the Pony, smiling, being his silly self. He ordered us a huge pot of stew and we ate. He seemed distant, like something wasn't right. I kept on asking him what was the matter. He didn't tell me.
We walked to our special spot and sat. That's where he told me. He was leaving. Leaving, perhaps for good. I couldn't bear it. I didn't want him to go. I sobbed my heart out, or so it seemed. We held one another and cried in each other's arms. He didn't want to go, but felt he had to.
I pleaded with him to stay, I promised him it'd be alright if he did. I trembled, I felt as if my whole life was drifting away from me. I wanted to hold onto him tightly, to never let him go. I love him, I'll always love him.
But... he stayed! He stayed, for me, for us! We're still together in our little Bree-land home. We love each other and will forever. This day I won't forget. I won't ever leave him. I adore him.
He has a reputation, but do I care? No! I trust him. Come what may, we'll see it through together. We were meant to be, even if certain folk would be cynical about it. I don't care. Let them be the misery guts.
I love my Tenivin. I always will.
