Aragorn son of Arathorn, King Elassar Telcontar of the reunited kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, were pacing; walking ceaselessly back and forth waiting for the midwife to bring news. Why was he so nervous? It was not as if it was the first time, he shot a loving gaze at Eldarion who was sleeping peacefully on a chair in the corner – the boy had insisted on staying up and had of course fallen soundly asleep.
"My lord." The midwife had appeared in the door, looking tired but happy.
Quickly Aragorn hurried up the stairs to the great chamber were Arwen was and saw:
"T… t… TWO!" He stammered, looking at his smiling wife and the two tiny dark-haired heads in the bed next to her.
"Yes, two." Arwen replied with a smile. "Twins; it runs in my family. I broke it a little bit though, having twin girls rather than twin boys."
In the same moment, the door opened and the midwife came in, carrying a very tired looking Eldarion.
"Hey there." Aragorn said, gently taking his son from the midwife while telling her that she could go home and get some rest, "say hello to your younger sisters."
"More than one?"
"Indeed. You have a pair of twin sisters, and you have to take very good care of them." Still carrying Eldarion Aragorn went over to the chair next to the bed and sat down, as soon as he did so the boy crawled into the bed – taking care not to step on the twins – and looked at his younger sisters.
"Hello." He said, giving each girl a kiss on the cheek. "I'm your big brother, Eldarion, and if anyone hurts you I'll beat them up!"
AN: I've long had the idea that Aragorn and Arwen should have a pair of twins. What with three out of four known pair of twins coming from her Family.