The red-haired Elf focuses inward, allowing the song and the power to wash over her, and she hushes her body. Quiets its unease, the fear and the pains. Slowly, the pains become less -- further apart.

She opens her eyes and stares at Glorfindel.

"We don't do this type of thing," she breathes. "We don't have pains three months before a child is due!"