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“Breathe for me,” Aragorn said sternly.
“You woke me,” Frodo said, scowling. “You must stop prodding at me.”
“I do not like the way your breath sounds.”
“What shall I do about it?” Frodo said crossly.
Aragorn slid more pillows behind him. “You need not do anything at all.” He kissed Frodo’s nose.
Frodo offered him a wan smile. “I am sorry for snapping at you, Aragorn. I’m just weary.”
“You will birth the child any day,” Aragorn said. “I want you to be as strong as possible. Now, does the pillow help your breathing?”
“It is better,” Frodo said.