A/N: Thanks to Lady Erulisse for the reviews recently! They've been making me very happy to read!

The prompts I have remaining are: New Race, Point of View, Lifeline, Flaunting, Parlay, I know You, But Where?, and Beyond the Circles of the World. If any of you guys have suggestions for those, you're more than welcome to send them in.

Harbour

The birth of Rivendell's new little lady had, of course, been an absolutely tremendous cause for celebration. Aragorn, Arwen, Galadriel and Celeborn had arrived in time for the birth, and King Thranduil and Prince Legolas were already on their way.

The only person, it seemed, who had no inkling that the baby had come into the world was Glorfindel. He had returned home from a two-month patrol with his men very late the previous night, and had headed off to bed the moment he'd been greeted by Elrond, who had, with great effort, refrained from telling his friend the good news as he was more than certain the balrog-slayer would put off the needed sleep another few hours while he doted on the baby.

And so, it was with a huge smile on her face that Eleniel, at mid-day, decided to wake the warrior after a good twelve-hours sleep, her new baby in her arms. She walked along the corridors, nodding at those who bowed their heads in respect, and once she reached the door of the room that she'd found herself wandering into many a time before in her long life, she opened it quietly and sneaked in.

The room was still dark, and as Eleniel walked further in, she couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight of Glorfindel, face-down on his bed, blanket pulled half-way up his back, eyes shut in his sleep from sheer exhaustion.

Gently, she sat down on the side of his bed, rearranging her sleeping baby's blanket, and wasn't surprised in the least when Glorfindel, the light sleeper that he was, shifted. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Good afternoon, sleepyhead."

Glorfindel cracked one eye open, the corners of his lips turning upwards before it snapped shut again. "Hello there, little warrior," he slurred. "What time is it?"

Eleniel shrugged lightly, turning back to the bundle in her arms. "Time for you to wake up and meet the new member of our family, I believe."

She received no response to that other than a tired hum, but a moment later the ellon rose slowly, peering with narrowed blinking eyes over Eleniel's shoulder. "You mean to say-"

Eleniel grinned. "Yes."

"You have had the baby and you didn't tell me before now?!"

And, there he was, sheer exhaustion be damned.

Eleniel chuckled and shook her head, lifting a leg so she could turn slightly. "I wished for you to get your first good night's sleep in two months before you put all your attention on her."

He relaxed at that and shuffled forward. "Her?"

"Yes. Here." She turned a little more, crossing both legs in front of her, and handed the sleeping elfling to Glorfindel. He blinked tiredly but soon became transfixed, as he always did when faced with a baby. His lips spread into a wide smile and his blue eyes twinkled with adoration.

"Well," he said quietly, tracing a finger along the sleeping baby's forehead, "aren't you a little blonde beauty, hm?"

Eleniel smiled. "Her name is Eruanna."

"Eruanna," he repeated. "Hello, Eruanna." He gently moved her to hold with one arm while the other stretched out to grasp Eleniel's hand. "She is a gift from the Valar, Eleniel."

Eleniel shifted so she was sat beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Fin."

"How was the birth?"

She nodded. "Better than Raunion."

"Good. When did she arrive?"

"Just three days ago."

He rose both eyebrows and turned away from the little girl for the first time. "You are looking well for someone just three days post-labour."

Eleniel shrugged, heaving a sigh. "I am feeling well, too. Better than I was with Raunion, anyway. You are right in saying she is a gift from the Valar. She sleeps like the dead and barely cries." A small smile graced her lips and she brushed at the little strands of gold sprouting from the top of her daughter's little head.

Glorfindel nodded and glanced back down. "That will be good for us, then. I remember the sound of screaming babies all too well." A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "Well, I will make now the same promise I made to you, and to your son, and your brothers," he said gently before whispering in Elvish: "I swear to you, little Eruanna, that you will forever hold my sword. My heart will harbour yours and I will love you with my life unless death stops me from doing so. You have my promise, and no matter what you will never lose it."

"You will make a warrior out of her yet, Fin," Eleniel told him quietly, kissing his cheek, and Glorfindel smiled.

"So will you."