Fatherhood

by Tobi is a good boy

Elrond has just become a father to twins. He reflects on what fatherhood means and on his own father, whom he never knew. He wonders how he can come to grow to be a good father to these two (mischievous) boys. Some cross-over with Sim.

1. Elrond

Fatherhood

Tobi is a good boy

I do not own the works of JRR Tolkien

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-Elrond-

In the halls in Rivendell, Lord Elrond held a small bundle gently in his hands, hardly believing this was real.

He, he of all people, was a father.

For a moment, he wondered if his own father had felt the same way when he was born.

Torn between joy and sadness that this perfect moment would pass.

The small bundle wriggled in his hands, tiny grey eyes opening and closing. The baby had Celebrian's own grey, mischievous eyes.

I must look like a giant to him….

"He has your eyes, Celebrian," he murmured to his wife, who lay, resting on their bed. Sweat from the births still clung to her forehead, but she smiled wearily.

"The twins seem to approve of Lord Glorfindel," she murmured to him.

In the corner by the fireplace, Lord Glorfindel held another small bundle. It was an odd sight to see one of the most feared warriors in all of Middle Earth cooing at a small baby. The baby giggled as Glorfindel continued making various faces down at the small bundle.

Elrond grinned at the sight.

They…will know their birth-father…

He had vague memories of his birth-father, the feel of a warm hands or the touch of a kiss on the forehead. Elrond had never had met his-birth father except in those vague memories of childhood. He was taken, before his father could ever meet his son.

And I shall keep them safe!

Celebrian wrapped her hand in his. Her great silver hair was splayed across the pillow and her grey eyes shone with happiness.

"We should name them, Elrond. We can't just go on calling them 'the twins' forever."

"It's true, Elrond," Glorfindel padded over to the Elrond, holding the small bundle close to his chest. "We've got to have something to tell these two apart."

Elrond smiled. He had already thought of the names of his children, long ago before he had met Celebrian.

"I quite like…Elladan and Elohir."

"Elladan and Elohir," repeated Celebrian with a nod of silver hair, "Say hello to your father."

Elrond, caught in between wonder, joy and sadness could not do anything but smile at his- his children!

Glorfindel clapped a great hand on Elrond's shoulder, tethering him to reality.

"Hello, Elladan and Elohir," he whispered, softly to his boys.

Outside, in the night sky, Earendil looked on. To the onlooker, it seemed to twinkle, as if for a moment, winking.