Prologue

He had traveled over almost all of Middle-Earth; he had stood up and led the men of the West to victory over Sauron. The Lord of the Ring actually had feared him! He had taken the crown of Gondor and was now its King. But for all this he was not allowed to see and comfort his wife while she delivered his first child!

Wringing his callus hands, Aragorn rose from his chair again. Going up to the door that separated him from Arwen, he was about to knock, but then stopped knowing it was useless. Turning, he looked at his good friend's amused face.

"This isn't right Faramir," he said frustrated and nervous.

"What? That a woman is giving birth, it seems fairly natural to me my friend. It's something that has been happening for thousands of years you know," he smirked.

"You know what I mean," he replied unimpressed.

Faramir could only hope that he did not act this way when his child was born. Eowyn was due very soon and both of them were anxious to bring the new prince or princess into the world and become parents. Watching the King pace, sit down, and stand up again constantly and continually mumble about how he should be with Arwen was making the Prince of Ithilien uncomfortable.

Another scream of anguish from the Evenstar made Aragorn tense. Both men hoped that this would be over soon and baby and mother would be healthy. Faramir dreaded having to sit and listen to his own wife's screams and yells of pain. Finally, time seemed to stop, but the spell was quickly broken by the sound of a loud cry. The men of Gondor smiled widely as a midwife opened the door.

"A boy, your highness, you have a son. Mother and child are all right, we'll get them cleaned up and then you may see them," with that she closed the door again.

Aragorn couldn't stop grinning. Faramir stood up and shook his friend's hand.

"Congratulations my friend!" he exclaimed.

"I … I got my boy!" was all the King could say at the moment. The two friends laughed and soon enough the door was opened again to let Aragorn in.

"We will celebrate later," said Faramir before he left, "right now your family needs you."

Aragorn nodded his thanks to the prince and then walked inside the room. There propped up on the bed with pillows was his gorgeous Undomiel. Safely laying in her arms, was his child, his son. Arwen looked up at her husband, her blue eyes shining with complete joy.

"Estel," she whispered, "come meet your firstborn son."

Aragorn did as he was told. Sitting on the bed at her side, he put an arm around her shoulders and gazed at the tiny person napping in a warm blanket. Tears formed in his gray eyes as his large hand stroked his son's little head.

"My son, my boy, no one else's," he proclaimed proudly.

"He is the heir to Gondor my love, don't forget. One day he will belong to the people," she said gently.

"I know," he whispered, "but not now."

"Here, hold him love," Arwen said carefully passing the bundle from her arms to his.

Aragorn was in awe as he stared at the new life in his arms. His son looked slightly like him and he grinned at the thought. Though Arwen's features shown through as well – this made him pleased. Grinning, Aragorn took the child to the window, which overlooked a piece of Minus Tirith.

"Yes, one day you will be king and this will be yours, but not yet, not now, my son, my boy, my Eldarion."