"Celeborn?" Galadriel whispered pressingly in her sleeping husband's ear. "Celeborn!"

Her husband woke up and yawned sleepily.

"What is wrong, my love?"

"Our baby is coming!" Galadriel muttered, as she laid her hands on her swollen belly. "Or at least I think so."

Celeborn jumped out of the bed.

"I'll go get the midwives! Are you sure you are still alright."

His wife smiled and nodded.

"Of course… Go get them now!"

When Morloth and Caladwen, the two midwives, had arrived, Celeborn sat down next to his wife.

The next hours were very difficult- for both of them. Galadriel's contractions came more often and more often, until she could hardly speak- she only moaned.

"Come on, Galadriel, come on!" Celeborn supported his wife.

"Come on, meleth-nîn, I love you!"

The panting lady smiled laboriously.

"I know that, Celeborn, I would not be able to carry on with this if I did not know that for sure…"

The sweat flew off her forehead, and Celeborn dabbed it softly with a towel.

As he saw that the birth was getting really painful, he pressed his lips on hers.

He felt her lips tremble, but softly, they answered his kiss.

"I love you…" she whispered with a hoarse voice.

It was then that the midwife, Morloth, yelled "Come on, Milady, one more push!!!"

So Galadriel sobbed softly as she gathered all the strength she had got in her whole body.

And there it was.

And it was not until the midwives laid a little bundle in her arms, Galadriel realized

"I have a daughter."