Instead of answering, he stands and whistles sharply, an odd fluttering whistle that sounds something like birdsong. A few moments later, farther off, something or someone whistles back, and he nods in satisfaction. "Your son will not come today, Nerdanel. Not if there is any strength left in Imladris. The twins will be here soon." He assures her, confidently, kneeling at her side. With one hand he holds one of hers. The other he gently rests on her belly, his gaze gone abstracted, as if he were focusing on something other than what is right in front of him.
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Date: 2006-03-12 03:55 am (UTC)"Your son will not come today, Nerdanel. Not if there is any strength left in Imladris. The twins will be here soon." He assures her, confidently, kneeling at her side. With one hand he holds one of hers. The other he gently rests on her belly, his gaze gone abstracted, as if he were focusing on something other than what is right in front of him.