"I love you," he returned to her. "You and our son. And I do not like feeling so sundered from you. As much as I love the sea, those days I stayed on the boat, far from your side, were the loneliest of my life."
And they were. Yes, he had suffered through worse hardships than being on a lovely ship not far from Vinyamar, but his heart had ached those nights. Likely because in the times before, he had not known such a love as he had found in Idril, and to be sundered from it was grievous indeed. He had become used to loving her, and he felt as if a part of him had been ripped away when they were not close. Things were not right when they were not right between them.
"I want us to be happy together again too. And we should be, Idril. We love each other. You believe that, don't you? That I love you?"