Elen and I often made the trip between the segments of our kingdom, staying for a season in one place before going back to the other.  But as time went by, more of our people began to leave Middle Earth for Valinor, and we went back to Mirkwood less and less often, for it was there that our people first began to leave.  But the time spent traveling mattered not to me, for I was happy because the void in my life and heart had been filled by Elen.  For the first time in all of my long years, I truly felt complete.

Yet this feeling of completeness did not last, for all too soon I realized that something else was missing from my life.  Often, I would find myself stopping to play and talk with some of the young elflings in the kingdom as I walked along.  I knew what it was that I was missing.  Deep down inside, there was one adventure yet left to me.  I needed to be a father and have children of my own to love and cherish.  It was not as if Elen and I had been avoiding such a role, but until that point there had been too much to do in terms of getting the kingdom through a few rough patches.  But now that we had found a suitable balance to keep both segments of the kingdom on, we finally found that we were able to fully recognize our desire to be parents.

It did not take long before Elen was pregnant with our first child.  The kingdom rejoiced at the news of their expectant queen and the prince or princess that soon would be born.  If Elen beamed with pride and love for the unborn child, than I did moreso in some ways. 

It was during one of our stays in Mirkwood when our daughter Anoron, was born.  Her name meant "dawn" for it was at the very breaking of the day when she came into this world.  She was perfect in everyway and from the moment I first held her in my arms, I knew that she had me wrapped around her little finger.  Truly she was a beautiful child, golden hair lighter than my own, eyes as green as a sunlit forest glade.  She was, however, a tiny child, and I knew that she would grow to be on the smaller side, but her beauty would make up for all deficit.  In that regard, she truly was her mother's daughter.  But it was I that spoiled her.

The change that my life now underwent was incredible, for I found myself spending less time thinking about matters of the kingdom, but more centered around thoughts of my beautiful Anoron.  Not that there was much for me to be doing within the kingdom anyway.  Times were good, for peace reigned and our kingdom was prosperous.  Our newly forged alliance with the Dwarves, especially with Gimli's own people had helped both my kingdom as well as Aragorn's, for few enemies would have dared to risk a confrontation that would promise the battle skills of Men, Elves, and Dwarves.

Time passed by quickly, too quickly and soon my darling little daughter was walking and talking.  She grew quickly, turning from a giggling baby to a smiling toddler to a confident twelve year old child.  As for myself, I began to work on documents and other affairs at night after she had gone to sleep.  There was not much to be done more often than not, and so it was quite feasible to put most of the business aspects of my daily life to one side, thereby clearing my days to spend playing with Anoron.  During these times of play, I would often catch glimpses of my wife and I in her.  She was sensitive and loving to all animals, great and small, and somehow managed to tame a small wolf cub on one trip out to Mirkwood, for I wanted her to see the place where I had grown up.  While this love of animals was certainly a trait of all Elves, I could not help but see a striking resemblance to Elen in Anoron.  And yet, my daughter was adventurous and quite a little troublemaker with her friends sometimes, which I was always secretly pleased with because it reminded me so much of the way I was when I was her age.  Once or twice, I even caught her sparring with Naropi, a young boy her own age, with crudely fashioned, hand made swords that the two had made!

And so the years passed happily for myself and my family, and before long, Elen was expecting our second child.  This time, the baby was born right at our home in Ithilien.  It was a boy, a son whom I named Aragorn, for so much brotherhood I felt with that man.  This tiny Aragorn bore more psychical resemblance to me than did Anoron, for his hair was the dark shade of blonde that was mine, though his eyes were that of a steely gray.  He had a defiant look to him, as if he were ready to take on the world as early as birth, but when he smiled, it was like pure sunshine. 

Anoron was fifteen when Aragorn came into out family, and was thrilled to have a younger brother to help care for.  She became rather protective of him from the moment he was born, a fierce love bond I had only seen once before, that which had existed between Haldir and Elen growing up.  I was proud of both of my children, a doting and boastful father if ever one lived.  And I was happy, so incredibly happy with my life, that for a while I forgot the sea altogether.  Nothing could ever go wrong again, I mused to myself on more than one occasion, for the Sea-longing was temporarily vanquished and the scars upon my heart from fighting in the great war had finally begun to completely heal.