Legolas stared down at the small, pink, sooty-haired infants and wondered what the fuss was about. They did not seem very special to him.
He moved to one side, next to the twin called Elladan. The young Greenwood prince leaned over and studied the brothers more closely from this position. No, still not anything out of the ordinary.
One hand ventured into the bassinet, finger extended. Carefully he stroked a soft hand and gasped when a fist suddenly caught the digit and held. Soft grey eyes met startled blue. Tiny lips smiled, and Legolas understood how special they were indeed.