Evening in Front of the Hearth
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He watched with a smile the small elfling who laid curled up at the rug in front of the hearth. The fire was flickering across the room, giving everything a warm atmosphere, and most of all, it made the red hair of the elfling shine as if was it fire.
Leaning back in the armchair, he continued watching the elfling. His son. He still found it hard to believe, even if it was nearly five years since the elfling was born. He smiled as the elfling snuggled closer to the dog who laid there. One of the elflings hands closed around some of the white fur, but the dog didn't move at this.
He smiled as he rose from the armchair and sat down at the rug, beside the elfling. Neither elfling nor dog moved as he gently stroke some strands of firing hair out of the elfling's face, and then settled, only watching the young miracle.
"Love?" a warm voice asked from the doorway, and when he lifted his head, she was standing there, leaning at the door frame, smiling. "I think it's time to go to bed." He returned the smile.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," he replied, and she nodded, leaving the room. Once more his gaze returned to the elfling. Then he carefully bowed down to place a kiss at the forehead of the elfling. "Sleep tight," he whispered. "My little Russandol."
Elfling - Maedhros
He - Fëanor
She - Nerdanel