"Arasinya," he whispered. "Na vedui."

His heart smiled to see him, her beautiful eyes meeting his even in the even-shadow of the room. "We have a son," he said excitedly and she reached forward to take the sleeping bundle from his arms. The moment she did his arms felt so light and empty.

"Arbelleson," he said warmly and nodded towards their child. "What do you think?"

"I thought we planned to name him Oropher," she said kindly and stroked her husband's cheek. Thranduil leant into her touch, pleased they were alone so that he could let his guard down.

"The name is one of death and bloodshed now. I do not wish that upon our son."

She did not argue with him, only gave him a look of understanding and comfort. One that only she could give him for such a matter.

"Arbelleson," she said softly and looked down at the elven prince. "You want him to be strong and brave," she smiled almost sadly. "He already has so much to live up to. It is a beautiful name, my love. A wise choice."

Thranduil took a hold of her hand and they watched the flutter of the little elf's eyes as he dreamed.

"It seems he was always destined to have your eyes but is it not unfair he should have your hair as well," she sighed with a tug to her own darker locks.

"This family could only have one beauty in it," he told her; passion in his eyes. "Had he taken after you I would have felt inferior always."

"He will be beautiful," she insisted as the little elf grasped one of her fingers in his whole fist. "I dreamed of him for so long and now he is here," she whispered and kissed his forehead. The baby stirred and opened his eyes to the dismay of his mother. She expected he would cry but he did not. Instead he looked at them with wide eyes and pulled his fist towards the tiny mouth to suck on the finger he had captured.

"Arbelleson," she sighed happily. "A strong name for a prince."

"You detest it," Thranduil smirked now. He knew his wife better than anyone and he could tell that she had not warmed to it in the way he had.

"I do not," she insisted.

"Arasinya, you have given me a son. Choose the name, please."

She gave him a small smile then. Moments such as these were the ones she was sad that others did not see. The love and the sacrifices he made for her.

"Legolas."

"Legolas," he repeated in confusion. She nodded and re-arranged the blankets that held their son. "Legolas."

Na vedui-At last
Arasinya (Name)- Doe