*addresses your reflection in her mirror* Oh, don't worry about it. You didn't miss too much. A couple of Valar showed up. I think Thingol was drunk. Idril threw a drink in Túrin's face. Oh, and some guy called Mablung wanted to -- how shall I phrase this? -- 'fuck' me?
*sighs heavily* *gets up and walks over to the bed* *lays a gentle hand on your cheek* No, my love. Surely we are long past expectations and demands? I think you ask too much of yourself, of your professional self. You sometimes forget the little things. That's all.
*kisses your hand* No thing is so little if it displeases my lady wife. It's true we've been through much together but I'd be remiss if I did not try to better myself as a husband. Each day.
*just nods, speechlessly* *leans down and presses a kiss to your mouth*
I actually have a few places in mind. I may have picked up some brochures the other day but I didn't think-- *smiles widely and slings her arms around your shoulders*
You're right, of course. I've been a fool about my work. *firmly* It will just have to rest in other people's hands until we decide we're holidayed out. Our staff are more than capable of caring for perhaps goldfish.
*nods* Sometimes I think of taking our nest egg and just running off there. I have these paint swatches that would be perfect for our offices and plans for the new deck are forthcoming and I've heard that violent crime in Rhudaur has gone way down over the past four years. Um. Hypothetical paint swatches, I mean.
*giggles* *hums softly* It would be hard work. *drops a kiss on your shoulder* We'd need to be ever so diligent. *kisses your neck* *laughs again and looks into your eyes* I love you, Elrond.