When he is finally allowed to see his wife again ('allowed' he mutters, 'just who is king around here anyway?' but it's muttering born out of worry because he has not seen Melian yet and who knows what the union of on Elf and a Maia will cause?) she looks tired and so, so happy that Elu cannot help but grin.
"What have you there, my Queen?" he asks, peering at the swaddle of blankets in Melian's arms. Niphredil is blooming in such quantity that Melian seems to be sitting in a throne of white.
Melian's smile is so bright that the stars overhead dim. "Our daughter," she whispers, "I have our daughter."