Note: Thanks for the reviews. I have settled on a name, I hope you liked it. Let's begin. I have not picked an elvish name because I couldn't find one. I have picked a middle name as well because I couldn't really choose. Thanks for the suggestions of the names.

"Eldarion?"

"Son of the Eldar? No!" Legolas glanced down at his mate, curled up amongst the pillows and blankets.

The man was staring at the small child. The silver grey eyes had closed and the dark head was curly. The babe lay amongst the downy blankets, swaddled in his new clothes and Legolas knew Aragorn couldn't get enough of it.

The man glanced up at him, his eyes tired and his face pale. "Shouldn't we introduce Raina to her new sibling?"

Their eldest daughter had completely missed the birth. Though they had tried their best to get the toddler ready for a new child, needless to say, they didn't know if they had succeeded or not.

"We will in a moment, my husband. Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I cannot sleep." Aragorn fidgeted and something in his husband's movements drew Legolas closer as he lifted the nameless child into his arms and kissed Aragorn's brow.

"Relax meleth. Everything is fine. . ."

"The council will demand to see the child. . ."

"And we will not let them. They can see him after the two days of rest have expired. . . ." At that moment there was a knock on the door and after sharing a worried look with Aragorn, the prince took long strides to the door.

He eased it open, hearing the joyful cry of, "Ada!" before his daughter nearly threw herself into his arms. Legolas eased her down upon his hip, slowly staring at the visitor. Faramir's anxious eyes showed his apprehension as the steward whispered. "Is it a bad time?"

"You should know by now that your timing is always bad." Aragorn called lightly, as lightly as he could with his hoarse voice.

The man struggled to sit up, failing miserably and grimacing. Sweat was breaking out over his pale face and Faramir took a step back as he said. "I offer my apologies, my lord; I will come back at a time more convenient for you."

Aragorn waved him in as he said. "Oh do not be so overdramatic, Faramir, I was just jesting. You know that you are always welcome — well, with some exceptions of course."

"Oh. Such as?"

"When the bedroom door is closed, it is closed . . . . no matter what sounds you may hear coming from within."

Legolas groaned softly at Aragorn. "Would you like to come in? You may come and see our new prince."

"You have a son?"

"Yes and we were just discussing names.'" Legolas gestured for Aragorn to pick up their son as he held Raina to his chest. His daughter was mumbling softly to herself, looking up at him with curious blue eyes. He touched her dark hair, gently bouncing her as he sat down upon the bed beside Aragorn.

Raina gave another cry, this time. "Naneth. . . ." Aragorn grimaced.

"I am not your mother in that sense of the word, little one."

"It is confusing for her." Legolas spoke, settling Raina on his lap. Aragorn merely sighed and Legolas could see the traces of tiredness Aragorn tried to mask as Faramir stepped into the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He shuffled closer, unsure of to approach the new family.

"Dear Valar, Faramir, he isn't going to shatter simply because you walk into the room. Come and sit upon the bed, hold out your arms so that you may hold the child and then use that intelligence of yours to think up a suitable name for him. As a godparent you have that right." Aragorn was tired and his mood was angrier than usual.

"Godparents?" The undignified cry came from Faramir, a startled yelp and Legolas, a dazed look. Aragorn merely nodded and looked down at his unnamed son, whose small face was scrunched up because of the outcry against his sensitive ears.

Raina had her hands over her ears and let out a small cry. Aragorn merely raised an eyebrow in a fairly good imitation of Elrond.

"Yes, godparents. I believe it is a concept of men, is it not?"

Faramir looked puzzled and then he answered. "Yes, it is. It is a concept where people that the parents trust become like aunts and uncles for the children. They can spoil them and such things." Legolas looked puzzled and Faramir sighed as he continued. "I am just not sure that it would be wise to—"

"Oh nonsense, Faramir. Who would be better suited for the task as godparents then the steward of Gondor?" Aragorn raised an eyebrow. The man swallowed thickly. Wordlessly Legolas sat Raina on the bed, knowing that she would keep still as he went to get some water for his husband.

Aragorn shot him a thankful glance as the man took a sip of water. Legolas watched as the king's eyes brightened a little. Aragorn was tired, he could see it. If he opened his mind to the bond he could feel it as well.

He eased himself down on the bed again, allowing Raina to cuddle against his leg. The toddler was happy to bounce to herself and to sing quietly.

Faramir glanced down at the sleeping child, fingertips hovering over the soft cheek until he lowered them. Aragorn shared a glance with Legolas as the silence deepened, allowing their friend to pick a name for the child.

"Taliesin." Faramir finally spoke the one word and Aragorn caught Legolas' eye.

It sounds like a fine name

That is because it is a fine name, Legolas

But will he not need a middle name? I hear it is quite common with children from men.

So we shall name him Taliesin Ciaran Telcontar?

That sounds like a good name for a child of ours.

Then Taliesin it is.

Faramir was glancing from Aragorn to Legolas and then Aragorn said his voice hoarse. "The name Taliesin sounds perfect."

Faramir looked pleased and Legolas gave a nod to the man. "It will be a name worthy of living up to, Faramir."

Faramir flushed but Legolas gave a nod. "Do not worry so, Faramir, you did well. . . ."

Sleepiness overcame him and he glanced at Aragorn, the man was blinking up at him, tired. Legolas forced himself away, knowing that the tiredness of the day's events was catching up with his beloved husband.

Raina crawled over to Aragorn, her head pillowed against her father's chest. Aragorn pulled her closer, grimacing as his muscles screamed. He looked up at Legolas as the elf said something to Faramir. The steward merely looking on and Aragorn was aware of the blue eyes that kept watch over him.

Another flash of pain passed and Aragorn allowed himself to drift on the exhaustion. Raina shifted and out of instinct Aragorn reached out to tug her back. It was too much for his bruised and battered body as immediately his body protested against the movement.

His muscles cramped and his breathing caught in his throat with a moan. He could feel the blood leaving his face as Legolas turned to him. The heavenly blue eyes widen and Legolas immediately swung Raina up as Faramir rose from his space on the bed, startled by the sudden movement of Legolas.

"Should I go and get somebody or—"

"There is no need, Faramir." Elrohir's voice cut in and Aragorn had never been so glad for that voice.

"Would you take the child?" Elladan softly said.

"Which one?"

"The one on the bed obviously or had you imagined some other child?"

Elladan sounded annoyed and Aragorn knew his brother must be feeling very tired. He struggled to stay awake and soft hands touched his hair, brushing it away from his face.

"How do you always manage to land into these situations, Estel? All you had been required to do was to lie in bed, sleep perhaps or eat and even then do you manage to injure yourself!" Elladan's voice was soft and private.

Aragorn struggled to open his eyes but his exhaustion was overwhelming. Calm infused him and he slowly relaxed, allowing the pain to flow away as he began to drift into sleep.

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"Ada?" Raina questioned, her eyes locked with Legolas.

The elf merely ran a hand over her hair, rocking the toddler as he peered over the crib that stood in the royal bedchamber. The deep even breaths from the bed made Legolas glad that his husband was asleep.

He spared a glance at Aragorn to see the man curled up against Elrohir as the elf scribbled something on a parchment before the healer looked up and smiled at Legolas.

"Your Ada is asleep, little one. He had to work hard to deliver your brother."

"Brother?" Raina said. Legolas smiled at her and kissed her upon the brow as he checked upon Taliesin. The name was beginning to sound better and better upon his tongue. Raina's speech was beginning to develop and soon he would be able to speak with her.

He and Aragorn were still unsure if they should raise their daughter in Elvish or Westron, both languages had their advantages. He lifted her to his hip, cradling her closer. Taliesin slept on, oblivious to the rest of the world outside.

Legolas leaned down to gently trace his son's cheek with his fingertips. Taliesin sighed and then slowly his breathing evened out. "Rest, little one. Soon we will be at your beck and call."

Raina mumbled against his neck, peering down at her brother. Legolas held her, allowing her to see before she lost interest and asked. "Ada?"

"He is still sleeping." Legolas answered as Elrohir softly called.

"He may benefit from being close to her and she may also from being close to him. That way you can watch your son." Legolas glanced up at the other elf.

"I feel torn. Part of me wishes to be with Aragorn but part of me wishes to be with Raina. She did not have much of our attention during the pregnancy." Legolas moved closer to the bed, allowing Raina to slip from his arms as she crawled over to her other father, petted his cheek as she spoke.

"Ada, wake!"

"No, leave him to sleep, sweet one. . . ."

"Too late." Aragorn mumbled hoarsely as the exhausted eyes opened. They locked with his daughter's blue ones and then Aragorn said. "Don't wiggle too much, meleth."

And with that small sentiment the man closed his eyes as a careful arm pulled Raina closer. Legolas was amazed as he watched how Raina easily fitted against Aragorn's arm, of the tender way the man held her. She was silent almost at once.

Legolas startled when Elrohir touched him upon the shoulder and smiled. "I will leave you. Enjoy the peace while you may because I do not think that a newborn child will stay silent for long. . ."

And as Legolas allowed himself to be comforted by his new son, he couldn't help but think of broken nights ahead of him. But he would not have it any other way for his family.

I am out of ideas, there you have it. No excuses, I just don't have any inspiration lately. Ideas are welcome. Review of course.