It had been about 7 months since Elvulia and Fyn found out they were going to have a child and now, Elvulia was way into her pregnancy. She was a hell to be around with since she was always fidgety and anxious but Fyn had stuck by her. He was always very supportive, even in tough times. Aragorn and Arwen were glad to have one another again. But that wouldn't last long. There was still trouble in other parts of Middle Earth…trouble that needed to be mended before it got any worse.
Lord Fyn and Elvulia were eating brunch when the door slammed opened, causing both of them to jump. It was a soldier from the west.
"I am sorry to disrupt you, Lord Fyn, at a time like this," the soldier began, panting. He obviously had been traveling for days in a hurry. He glanced at Elvulia's swollen stomach, which she saw and raised an eyebrow in response. "…But there's some battling going on and someone had to subdue it. If you would please gather your weapons and move out your men, along with Lord Aragorn…"
"What?" Elvulia interrupted, "Fyn can't take off again…not now…" She hoisted herself up and walked over to Fyn, holding his chest and leaning at his side.
Fyn sighed, "Wait outside, I'll be there shortly." The soldier obeyed, looking behind him as he walked along. "Elvulia," he began, sitting her down again. "You know as well as I did that something like this was bound to happen. I must go." He saw the worried look in her face and rubbed her arm, "Do not fret for me. I will be home." He added in a whisper, "And before the little one arrives." He kissed her on the cheek and sent someone to gather his troops and Aragorn.
"Fyn," she whispered, "How long will it take? You cannot guarantee that you will be here when it's time and I cannot do it alone."
"Darling," he coaxed, "If I am not here in time, you are still in good company. Lady Arwen will be here and so will Lord Elrond. They will not leave you alone with the burden of giving birth yourself." He smiled up at her, "But I will be here myself if you do not trust them to take care of you. I will constantly send letters to let you know when we'll return. This is not the first time we've been separated for a time."
"But it's the first time we've been separated when I'm heavy with child," she added quietly. He frowned and kissed her again, soothing her until his men came, ready to go.
Fyn looked at Elvulia again, "It's time to go. Come now, I cannot leave without your good omen." Elvulia half-smiled, taking Fyn's hand to help herself up. She walked outside with him, also seeing Arwen and Aragorn saying their good-byes.
"I'll miss you, Estel," Arwen cried, her head on Aragorn's shoulder.
"Do not fuss, Arwen," Aragorn whispered. He took her chin and rose it so they were face to face. "It could be worse." He looked over at Elvulia and Fyn. "They are expecting a child, yet Elvulia is not weeping, be strong Arwen." Arwen looked over at Elvulia. It was true. There were no tears on Elvulia's face, yet she did bear a look of sadness and grief and Fyn departed and mounted his horse, waving good-bye to her. "I have to go now, Arwen," he kissed her, "Until we meet again." He rose on his own horse and soon was beside Fyn, discussing battle plans with others.