Aragorn galloped up the steps and jumped off the horse. Everyone else quickly caught up and jumped of their horses. They walked into the dark, cool Hall just as the people began to crowd around in courtyard. As they entered, they heard a scream of pain come from a doorway of on their left. Aragorn walked over and opened the door. Arwen was on the desk looking like she was in extreme pain. Phoebe was at the end of the table telling her to push. But push what? Piper poked her head over Aragorn's shoulder and saw what was happening.

'Aragorn, Paige', she called. 'Get in there! The rest of you, wait out here.'

'What? What's going on?' asked Frodo.

'Nothing to worry about', Piper reassured them. 'Just wait out here.'

'Why do you and Paige get to go in?' Gimli asked.

'Because we're girls!' said Piper, beginning to get angry. 'Now make sure the boys don't try to do any exploring!

She slammed the door shut and rushed over to Aragorn and Arwen. Aragorn was holding Arwen's hand and was looking like he was in pain now too.

'Um, honey, little painful here...'

'IF YOU THINK THAT'S PAINFUL, YOU TRY PUSHING THE KID DANM OUT!' Arwen roared.

'Sorry, just saying...'

'JUST SHUT UP!'

'Come on Arwen', Phoebe said. 'One more push...'

'That's what you said last time!'

But she pushed anyways and suddenly the room was no long filled with Arwen's yelling but with the sound of a baby crying. Phoebe wrapped up the baby and showed mom and dad.

'It's a boy', Phoebe muttered.

Phoebe handed the little boy to Aragorn and he looked down at the little thing. The baby's eyes were open and looking up at him with big, blue eyes. Aragorn smiled and a single tear rolled down his cheek, this time a tear of happiness, not of pain. The baby looked away from him around the room, taking in everything but not understanding it. Arwen sat up and looked at her little boy. She smiled.

'What are we going to call him?' she asked her husband.

Aragorn looked up from the baby and glanced Arwen then looked at Piper.

'Is it OK if we named him Wyatt?'

Piper gave a start.

'Sure you can', she answered. 'But please, if you don't mind me asking, why Wyatt?'

'It was Wyatt who saved us from Saruman's spells and his ruling of Middle Earth. It's the least I could do to honour him.'

'Personally, I think the names of our world should be introduced into this world anyways', Paige said matter-of-factly.

Aragorn carried Wyatt out into the Hall where everyone was waiting. They all looked and saw Aragorn come out of the room carrying a bundle of blankets. On closer inspection they saw it was a little baby boy. Sam broke down into tears at the sight of the baby, saying newborns always got him 'right there'. Aragorn walked to the still open front doors and walked out into the courtyard. He was still in the shadow of one of the towers but the entire city could see him. He looked down at his son again.

'This is Minas Tirith, Wyatt, and it's people', Aragorn whispered. 'One day, when you are old enough, you will be their King.'

Then he spoke to the city.

'Today, Saruman the White was defeated. He will not trouble us ever again.'

The city cheered.

'Today, there was death', Aragorn continued. 'But, also a life has begun. This is my son, Wyatt, and he will be your King, when I am gone.'

The city cheered even louder and welcomed the newborn prince, the prince that would one day be their King.

Glancing down at his son, he remembered what he had told Piper he would never be able to do with his son. He had told her he could never be able to meet him, that he would never be able to hold him in his arms, would never be able to teach him things. But he did know him, he was holding him in his arms, and one-day he would be able to teach him how to walk and talk. And the best part of all was he did know his son's name.