When your husband had found out you were pregnant, he forbade you from doing anything. You tried to reassure him that you could do simple tasks by yourself, but Finrod wouldn't hear of it.

You were now in your third trimester and on bed rest (per your husband's request). The pillows were propped up against the headboard, and a small pillow was placed underneath your lower back. You had a small writing table on the bed so you could write some letters, and that's what you were working on when your husband entered your chambers.

"What are you doing back so early," you question, brushing a strand of hair from your e/c eyes.

Finrod smiles and sits on the edge of the bed nearest to you. "I just needed a break. I came to see how you and the baby are doing."

You return the smile and place his hand on your growing baby bump. "We're doing fine. Although, I'm getting a little restless staying in bed all day."

Finrod nodded, taking your hand in his larger one. "I know, but I don't want anything to happen to you."

You reach your other hand out to cup his face. "Meleth nin, I am not some fragile flower that will break. At least let me go on a walk? I need to get out of this stuffy room."

The King of Nargothrond hesitated. "Y/n, I just don't want anything to happen to you."

You squeeze his hand and force a smile. "Something's going to happen to you if you don't let me get out of this bed!"

Finrod chuckled nervously. "Let's get you out of this bed then."

You release his hand from your grip, and slowly get out of the bed. Finrod offered you his arm, which you gladly took, and the two of you walked out of the room. The servants bowed when they saw the royal family, and waited for them to pass before continuing with their duties.

Finrod lead you down the corridor to the room where your jewellery was stored. You tilt your head to the side as you watched him take the key out.

"What are we doing here?"

Your husband winks at you before opening the door. "I have a surprise for you."

You raise an eyebrow and walk in after him. He takes your hand and leads you to where the crowns were. Next to your tiara, was a small white box. You pick it up and turn it over in your hands slowly.

"What's this?"

The king laughs and shakes his golden head. "Why don't you open it and find out."

You open the box to see a tiny circlet, the perfect size for a baby. Tears well up in your e/c eyes and you look at your husband. He smiles at you and places his hand on your bump. "When I found out you were pregnant, I had the smiths start working on it."

"Meleth nin, it's beautiful. Thank you," you whisper into his chest after he pulled you in for a hug.

"No, thank you. You've made me the happiest Ellon to ever walk this earth."

The tears begin to fall when he made that comment. You cry into his chest, but Finrod just holds you. He knew that the pregnancy would bring mood swings, and he didn't mind (as long as you weren't angry).

You pull away after a few minutes and wipe your eyes. "I'm sorry. My hormones are all over the place today."

Finrod kissed your forehead. "There's nothing to apologise for. I know you haven't enjoyed this pregnancy as much as you thought you would, but just think, it's almost over."

You nod. "I know. I just can't wait to meet our little princess."

Your husband raises an eyebrow. "Princess? How do you know it'll be a girl?"

You shrug. "A mother knows."

Finrod nods. "Interesting. How about we make a wager? I bet it will be a boy."

You think for a moment. "All right. Winner gets to name the baby whatever they want."

"Deal."

Two weeks later, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy, which meant you lost the bet. Finrod, feeling sorry for you after going through childbirth, decided to let you name your son. The kingdom of Nargothrond welcomed its newest royal baby that night, Prince y/c/n.