Celebrían gently brushed the cloth across Elrohir's mouth before he could get his hand in his mouth again. She rocked back and forth in the chair with her one-month old babe in her arms. Elrond slept in the bed, undisturbed and exhausted.
Both their sons were fussing a short time ago: hungry. Celebrían needed to get used to having an even sharper sense of hearing, even for an elf, now being a mother. She saw to Elladan's needs first, now she was helping the younger twin to settle down again.
Celebrían's finger strayed to a booted foot: the little sock had a blue ribbon around it, as a way of differentiating the two twins (Elladan had red ribbon). She tickled the sole, and Elrohir kicked his leg in response.
The mother smiled at her son. Elladan and Elrohir were blessings to her: gifts from above. Parenthood was an exciting (and a little scary) prospect, one she faced gladly, and would put her all into raising them into the fine elf-men they were meant to be.
Celebrían turned her head towards the bassinet, hearing a quiet "Ohhh" sound in the air. She looked back to Elrohir: heavy lidded but not asleep. With hand still in his mouth the babe mewed a "Mahh" around the appendage.
Celebrían rocked a few more times before standing to her feet. She secured the blanket around the younger twin before gently setting him down again. Elladan drowsily regarded Celebrían with little more than a glance, before seeing his brother and mewing another "Oh".
Elrohir removed his drooled-covered hand and blindly placed it on Elladan's forehead, "Ah."
Celebrían beamed.