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Legolas looked down at the child in his arms. A son, his son. This is what he always wanted but still there was something bugging him. Then he remembered. His son did not have a name yet and neither did his daughter.
He looked at Joyce and his smile fainted. He noticed that she looked quite a lot like Joyce while Aranel and his unnamed son looked a lot like him.
Joyce noticed his look and said. "Hold her, Greenleaf. I want to have a look at my son."
Legolas smiled again and nodded before he asked. "What do you want to call them?"
"I think for the girl Alantariel would be a good name for her. And you can name your son."
Legolas looked at her while she took his son from him. "Are you sure?"
Joyce nodded her head and after a minute Legolas said. "I will name him Daug. It means warrior."
Joyce nodded again and while Legolas continued to talk she fell asleep.
Legolas was walking through the hallway and swiftly went into Aranel's room. The girl was awake and was trying to get out of bed. Legolas thanked the valar that she could not fly yet.
"Ada, Ada, out, out!" She squeeled when he walked into the room.
Legolas smiled and noticed that he loved her just as much as his other children. He picked her up and said. "Well Nell, you have two new siblings. One little sister and one little brother."
Aranel smiled at him and Legolas felt for the first time the tears fall from his eyes. Yet these were not tears of sorrow but of happiness. This was what he had always dreamed off his own family one day. And that day had finaly come.
Joyce did not care if he was a warrior or a prince all he had to do now was be a husband and love them and be a father for his children. He would do the best he could.
When Legolas walked back into the room, Joyce was still asleep. He smiled and placed Aranel on the bed besides his wife. Softly he told his daughter not to wake her up.
When he took his children out of the crib, he was again reminded of Alantariel's strange look. She looked like Joyce, she looked like a saiyan. Yet her ears were pointy and there were streaks of blond in her black hair.
His son was the spite image of Legolas.
When he picked up his daughter again, he asked out loud. "Will you be the one to follow your mother as the protector?"
"Yes, Legolas, I am afraid she will." The voice of his wife answered him.
The Elf looked up and answered. "Then we know who will be the next one."
Joyce nodded and leaned in to kiss him. Answering the kiss, Legolas smiled again.
Nobody could take this feeling of intense happiness away from him. And that was what he would always remember.
This is it for now. Just a few more chapter and then this story will be coming to an end. Hope you liked it.