It was wrong of her, perhaps, to have been so annoyed with him when he discovered his ship. She'd been tired, but even that was no excuse for taking her frustration out on him and he had been so happy until then. They hadn't communicated their needs well, and that had been the brunt of their disagreement. She wrapped both of her arms around him in comfort, feeling loved and secure in his arms. He was strong in nature, and though Idril's strength as an elf was greater than his as a human, the breadth of him made her feel safe where others could not.
"He is a joy, but he fights me tooth and nail and I should dearly love to throw him into the sea many days." Eärendil had been the source of joy and frustration in their lives since his conception, and once he was born they'd had no time for themselves. It was no wonder, really, that Tuor took to the sea at the levels he did in order to have simple peace of mind for once.
"I feel like an awful parent for wanting to leave him with my father for hours on end."