A/N: A short one-shot. Told from Eomer's POV.
A/N2: I wrote this over a year ago, took it down, put it back up, took it back down. Found it in my documents, edited it, and now I'm putting it back up.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine.
Firstborn
I entered our bedroom and my eyes immediately went to my wife. She lay on our bed, looking weary but happy. In her arms she held a small bundle of clean blankets, but I knew that a babe lay inside. "Eomer," she said, motioning me over.
Her face was beaming with pleasure as she handed me the bundle. "You have a son," I took it in my hands and looked down at the new life we had created. "A son," I breathed.
He had big eyes and small wisps of golden hair. His nose, mouth, and ears were tiny and perfect, and small fists poked out of the blankets. Like so many others before me, I was amazed at the miracle of birth. I felt pride swell in my heart, knowing that a future king of Rohan lay sleeping peacefully.
I finally turned my gaze from my new son to my wife. "Thank you, my love," I said, leaning over to kiss her. There was no way to thank her enough. Reluctantly I handed the baby back to her and sat in a chair placed by the bedside. Within moments she was asleep, our son cradled in her arms.