You didn't know how long this would last. It had never really been seen before, so it was a first for most of Middle Earth.

From all those you had spoken to they had never seen or even heard of a human carrying a Dwarven child. The gestation periods were so different, who knew how long you'd be pregnant? After the first nine months you were prepared for anything. You didn't look or feel ready to give birth, and over a year later you were still carrying this child, unsure when it would end.

Dwarves were pregnant for four years, hopefully it wouldn't last that long.

You let out a loud groan looking down towards your feet. Just you couldn't see them. Your round stomach stuck out too far now, and seeing your toes was a long forgotten dream. As you pouted at your growing stomach, two arms began to wrap around your waist, their hands resting on your swollen middle.

Looking over your shoulder you saw your husband smiling up at you, before he rested his head on your back, rubbing small circles on your stomach with his hands.

"What's wrong Amralime?" he whispered.

"I miss my feet," you pouted, "actually I don't they hurt, but I want to be able to see them. How long is this going to last? I can't wait until our child is here, and when they are here, I don't have to carry them any longer."

You could feel him chuckling against your back. He unwrapped his arms from around you, walking in front of you. He took hold of your hands, pulling them towards him, forcing you to lean down slight, whilst he stood as tall as he could. His lips pressed to yours in a soft kiss. He pulled away smiling at you.

"Come and lie down," he smiled softly pulling you lightly into the next room over.

He allowed you to walk over to the bed, whilst he walked around to the other side. You ungracefully scooted onto the bed so you were lying on it, whilst he got onto the bed as well cuddling up to your side.

Fili brushed the hair from your neck, pressing his lips to the exposed skin, before nuzzling his head there, letting you rest your head on top of his. He stroked his fingers over your stomach, smiling softly.

You had both wanted to start a family, but now it was just dragging. You ached, you hurt, but having Fili by your side made everything manageable.

"I can't wait until we can finally hold our baby in our arms," he whispered, continuing to draw patterns with his fingers.

"Neither can I," you smiled softly.

"It won't be long now Amralime. I promise you," he laughed kissing your shoulder.

"Stupid dwarves," you muttered.

He lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I love you Fee, but this isn't not an overly pleasant experience all the time. Yes there is the reward of getting a child, but I keep having to pee. And my back hurts," you sighed.

He kissed your cheek, "I love you too Y/N, and I will do whatever I can to make this as comfortable as possible for you."

"Thank you, but if there are any more jokes from your brother about this, his death will not be my fault," you stated.

"Ignore him. I do, it's the only reason he's survived this long," he chuckled.

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Written by Charlotte.