That made him feel guilty, so much so that his ears drooped and his shoulders slumped. He sank into his chair a little further, and didn't meet the woman's eyes for a lengthy moment. "I wish she wouldn't," he said. "I wish she wouldn't worry about me at all. I wish she wouldn't take her frustration out on people who have nothing to do with me." He shook his head and buried his face in his hands, frustrated himself and angry.
He sighed.
"I want to leave Vinyamar, and I will build us a home in the interim, while we live elsewhere. I promise you it will be the most beautiful home we have ever dreamed together, Elenwë." He looked at her and took her hands into his, bringing them to his lips. "I promised you that at our wedding.. and I will give it to you now.. fifteen hundred years later." He would do it with his own bare hands if he must.