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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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[namo]

He tries to shove his loves out of his mind, the thoughts that keep swirling, keep confusing him. With his hand on her belly, he feels his son. Both under his hand and in his mind.

"He is truly there," he whispers, staring at her stomach.

[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.