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"Elboron," she says, testing the name, and finding she likes it. She jiggles her finger a little in the baby's grip, smiling at the implacable tightness of it. "Westu Elboron hal!", she says quietly, then sighs, sagging a little more again Faramir, some of the tension seeping out of her, to be replaced by sheer exhaustion. She looks up at him. "I remember that you came to me, at the end. I do not imagine Elana was pleased, but I am glad of it. Thank you."