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"You glow still." Legolas glanced up with a smile as Aragorn's soft voice reached him. The elf smiled at his husband before he looked down at the small child sleeping in the elf's arms.
"Have you found a new love now and will no longer look at your old husband in favour of the younger face before you?"
"I would not dare, but you are right. The face of the king of Gondor is a bit old; the beard especially is very dated. People must think I married a dwarf!" The silvery laughter resounded from the rooms and both new parents fell silent as the child within Legolas' arms shifted before settling down again.
Aragorn raised his hand to slowly trace his fingers over the dewy head. "I wonder what his hair colour will be like…" The man softly mussed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to where Legolas was propped up on pillows.
The elf gazed at the man sitting beside him. Aragorn was lost in thought, the weary lines in his face nearly gone as he stared at his firstborn son, lost in the miracle of a small child. Legolas did not say anything to break the stillness, for he could see the happiness in Aragorn's eyes.
"Hold your son, Estel." He softly said, smiling as the grey eyes rose to meet his own. Aragorn nodded eagerly, eyes searching his face with intensity and the elf unconsciously reached out with his mind to Aragorn.
The man recoiled as their bond flared to life and he was brought into contact with what the elf was thinking and feeling. Pain flared in his head from the heavy experience last night during the birth. His mind was still raw and Aragorn preferred not to think of anything or to do anything strenuous.
He had just come back from a quick word with Faramir before he had slipped back into the bedroom. They would announce the news first thing tomorrow but now he merely wanted some time alone with Legolas and their son.
Raising a hand to his head, he swallowed thickly, willing the blinding pain in his head to go away before he would surely throw up. He had noticed that Legolas had retreated almost immediately and the elf was currently rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to console him.
"I am so sorry. I had not realized how much pain that must have done. I will be more careful next time."
"Ada said that it took a lot out of me. I was too overwhelmed with the pain and the bond. He says I will probably experience a headache in the next few days but there will be no discomfort otherwise." Aragorn's breathing was heavy and the elf could see the well hidden pain in the nearly silver orbs.
He wished he could make it better. "Estel, place your son in his crib for a moment. I wish to try something, if you will allow me."
The man nodded, confused and his movements suddenly stiff as he bent down to accept his son from Legolas. The man placed the still sleeping baby in the crib next to the bed with a fond look. He tugged the blanket up and ran a finger down the soft cheek, over the tip of the small pointed ear and softly said, "How much I love you already, ion nin."
The man returned to his elf, sitting on the bed and bit back a groan as he saw how Legolas was dressed. The elf had decided to sleep without a shirt and Aragorn shook his head, regretting it instantly when another flash of pain ran through his skull.
He sat down, accepting the comfort of Legolas' embrace. He buried his face in the shoulder of the elf for a moment until the pain subsided to a more tolerable level. Finally he looked up, giving his elf a sheepish grin. The worried glance in the blue eyes had him chuckling as he softly said. "I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around."
"You may do so within the next week when I am once more allowed out of bed. But let me help you heal so you can be my bed servant." Aragorn raised a dark eyebrow before Legolas place a soft hand on his cheek. "I will try to be gentle, Estel." The elf told him sincerely.
Aragorn nodded, knowing that Legolas would never harm him as he steeled himself. The touch was gentle this time and only on the edge of his conscious. He reached for it, being drawn into the steady elven mind. The soothing touch was a balm to his nerves as he recognized the same steady mind both his father and brothers had.
Legolas soothed away the pain with gentle touches and Aragorn become so lost within his elf he was not sure where his mind began and Legolas' mind ended. He had felt this same tenderness when he and Legolas first made love.
The soft lips on his own made him come back to himself and Aragorn winced as he encountered his own body once more He had felt so free, but when he saw the exhausted blue eyes he broke their kiss.
"I have exhausted you."
"No, you have aided me. But we have business to attend to, Aragorn, fetch your son." the elf softly remarked, falling back against the cushions, smiling up at the king, who rolled his eyes.
"You wish is my command, good sir." The man muttered softly, rising again and going back to the crib. Much to his amazement bright blue eyes greeted him. He frowned, normally children cried when they were awake but it seemed that his little Elfling was an exception.
Shaking his head once more, he picked up his child, smiling when the child soon had one tiny fist lodged into the grey shirt he wore. The blue eyes stared up into his face and Aragorn walked back to the bed. He settled down, Legolas beside them as they each looked down at the little life they had created, their son staring right back at them.
"He appears to be a completely elvish child." The man softly said as Legolas answered.
"Yes, but he will have more human traits as he grows older. But we should discuss names. You know that is an elvish custom to give the child a new name while it is a custom of men to name the child after an ancestor."
"Yes, I know this, but he might have to take a new name when he is crowned king. We have created a new line of half elves and we should give them a new name. Perhaps a combination of both our names?"
"You mean something like Aralas?" Legolas looked down at the small child as the face screwed up before a soft wail escaped the open mouth. "I daresay he does not like it as a first name. Perhaps as a second name. I do not think our Adars will mind if we do not give our son their names. I daresay it might be very confusing."
The elf touched the child's face with a gentle finger and Aragorn placed his hand on the elf's hip, startling Legolas even as he was rewarded by a bright smile. "How about the name Eldarion?"
"Son of the Eldar?" The elf looked surprised and then a soft yawn caught his attention. The blue eyes closed as Eldarion fell back to sleep, settling in with his new name. "I guess it is Eldarion Aralas Telcontar then." The elf declared softly.
"It suits him. I wonder if he will grow handsome like me or beautiful like you…" Aragorn teased softly.
"Aragorn, I am a not a maiden."
"No, that is true. You would have to put pins in your hair to truly look like a maiden." The man leaned in closer to his elf, seeing the widening of the blue eyes. He was very thankful that Legolas was pregnant no longer, for he would doubt that he would have lived long if the elf had been suffering from mood swings.
"Estel, stop that! Else you may be able to get comfortable in your office, meleth nin, since you will be spending a lot of time there." The blue eyes were soft and the strong hand underneath Aragorn's bearded chin forced the man to meet the steady gaze.
"I will be careful then, lest Eldarion never know me as his father…" The man laughed lightly when he was pushed off the bed and Legolas rose with difficulty, carrying Eldarion back to his crib.
"We do not want our son in our bed?" Aragorn asked, getting to his feet and embracing his elf from behind.
"No, because I wish to share the bed with nobody else for the next few days. It has been so long since it had just been the two of us sleeping in one bed; I wish to savour it before Eldarion is old enough to walk and crawls in each morning." Legolas relaxed against the firm chest at his back, yawning.
Hearing the soft chuckles from his husband, Legolas allowed the man to take him back to bed. The man sat down first, guiding the elf until Legolas was lying with his head on the man's chest, one hand tugging up the blankets to cover the elf warmly. Legolas nuzzled in closer as the man kissed the fair head as he softly whispered in the grey tongue. "Thank you, meleth nin for giving me Eldarion. I love you."
"I love you as well, king of men. Now be silent so I may sleep."
The man laughed softly and no amount of broken night he was sure could ever sway him from that. Well, that was until Aragorn would soon encounter his broken night and I am quite sure he will agree differently.
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