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Thranduil
"Would you care for a son or a daughter?"
Thranduil yawned widely and pulled his wife closer. Her swollen belly pressed against his side and their unborn child kicked him. Thranduil smiled even as his eyes drifted close.
"What would you like?" He murmured.
"A daughter, so that I can comb her hair and dress her in colourful clothes. Or perhaps a son to grow up just like his father. I can't decide."
Sleep slowly began to claim him, but that did not steal his ability to tease her.
"I shall endeavour to provide you with both."
His wife's laughter met his ears and his unborn child kicked him again as if in reproof.
"You're incorrigible." She murmured, curling up against him. Thranduil smiled and drifted off to sleep.
