Elvulia frowned. Another one was coming. She raced to the chambers and felt her stomach lurch, her breakfast ruined. She knew what this meant. It meant she was pregnant. Elvulia and Fyn were going to have their own child. Although Elvulia was excited to bring a child into this world, she wasn't so sure that it was the right time to be telling Fyn. With so many battles going on in Middle-Earth, he constantly was sent messages about more battles that he may have to attend.
Elvulia sighed. Fyn had a right to know. Whether it was the right time or not, it wasn't her decision to decide. Fyn had to decide for himself. Even if Fyn wasn't ready yet, it wasn't like Elvulia could do anything about it. Their baby was going to come no matter what anyone said. It was already growing inside her. She could feel it. Already she knew it was going to be a girl. Elves knew this sort of thing. "How joyous!" Elvulia couldn't help but think, in spite of herself, "A baby girl! Our own baby girl…"
"I'll have to tell Fyn tonight," Elvulia thought to herself, bumping into Lady Arwen.
"Arwen!" Elvulia yelped out loud, "Terribly sorry. I was lost in thought."
"Its fine, Elvulia," Arwen smiled. Arwen knew about the news and understood what Elvulia must have been thinking of. "Are you going to tell Fyn this evening then?"
Elvulia's face broke into a grin, "After supper, once we're alone."
***
"Extraordinary feast, Lord Elrond," Fyn complimented, leaving his place at the table and heading to another room. Elvulia looked towards Fyn, then at Arwen. Arwen nodded, indicating Elvulia to follow Fyn and tell him the good news. Elvulia excused herself and trotted over to Fyn.
"Fyn…" she began, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of telling him.
"Elvulia, you know how occupied I get after supper. Can it not wait until sunrise?" he snapped, already aggravated. He was just so busy nowadays. Trouble was brewing westward and he had no idea how to avoid it. Elvulia frowned, "Can he not see I have something to discuss with him?" Elvulia tried again, standing in front of him and blocking his way.
"Fyn," she said more firmly, "I have something of importance of say." Fyn rushed past her, yelling over his shoulder to tell him now when he wasn't starting his work yet. Elvulia looked at Fyn's back, hurt that he didn't care to just slow down a minute. Tears slid down her cheeks and she wiped them away.
"Fyn, I'm with child!" she shouted through the corridors, hoping that the message reached him. Evidently it did because his footsteps stopped abruptly and there was silence.