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“A little further, my love.” Elrond coaxed, smiling.
Celebrian’s eyes flashed as she twisted her elbow from his grasp. “Do not, ‘My love’ me.”
“Walking will help,” he tried placating.
Celebrian waved at her enormous waistline. “You try walking with this!”
Elrond made to take her elbow again and flinched as his wife’s voice became grinding ice spawned by Helcaraxe itself. “Touch my elbow once more and I will ensure that you never father another child in what will become a very short life.”
Elrond made a swift retreat, considering the feasibility of wearing his armour in a birthing room.