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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.
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.