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[nerdanel_the_wise]

She is resting comfortably on her bed, curled on her side, staring sleepily at the sonogram image of her son.

Just as sleep -- sleep like Men have, not like Elves -- tries to drag her down, he appears in front of her. Tall, dark, eyes like burning cold-fire.

"Mandos," she breathes.

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[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel closes her eyes, letting her mind wander a little.

"Yes, he makes his presence known daily for me," she teases sleepily. It is only a few more moments before her breathing is even and deep.

[namo]

His hand remains on her, but he is silent, basking in the pure, flickering flame of his son's spirit.