A/N- A short fluffy piece for those people missing the festive season. Dedicated to my friend COA!
Aragorn was woken up by a high-pitched squeal. Eldarion, his eldest, was bouncing on his bed, begging his father to get up. He laughed, jumping up, lifting Eldarion high. Eldarion giggled, and shot into the throne room of the citadel. Aragorn got dressed quickly, and followed his son. Eldarion was running around the Christmas tree, laughing. As soon as he saw his father, he grabbed the present nearest to him, and looked up at Aragorn with pleading eyes. Aragorn sighed.
"Eldarion, we've had this every Christmas. You open your presents from the tree after dinner. Come on; let's see what you've got in your stocking!"
Eldarion shot across the room, ripping his stocking from the fireplace. Aragorn winced as he heard the tearing of cloth, and rubbed his temples to stave off a headache.
Half an hour later, Eldarion had ripped the paper off all his presents, played with all of them once, shredded all of the paper, and was now running around with stocking on his head. Aragorn groaned. His son was at that awkward age where he was big enough to get over-exited, but too young to really understand the meaning behind the celebration. As if that wasn't enough, he was looking after Eldarion by himself that year, as his wife and younger daughter were spending yuletide in Lothlorien. Aragorn had been desperate to go, but just at the last minute, he had come up against a mountain of paperwork, so had been unable to go. However, Eldarion had been so desperate to stay with his Ada that he had had to let him stay. However glad he had been, he was now starting to wish his son was just a little bit quieter.
Aragorn looked up sharply. He had been lost in thought, and was now aware that his son was missing. He groaned louder then before, and began to scour the grounds for him. He finally found Eldarion, in his pyjamas, outside, waist deep in snow. His skin had gone an unnaturally blue tinge, and he was shivering. A half-built snowman stood abandoned next to him. Aragorn gasped, and took his son straight up to the bathroom, where he immediately made his son stay in the warm water until his skin had gone a normal colour.
A while later, he carried his son to the dinner table, having had to change his own clothes twice, once after Eldarion had splashed too vigorously, and the other after Eldarion had decided that the shower button would be good to play with. He sat down, smiling as the smell of a freshly cooked dinner washed over him. He grinned, pitying the nanny, who was the unfortunate one who had to persuade Eldarion to eat his vegetables.
Finally, it was present time. Eldarion squealed time and time again as he unwrapped various presents that he had been begging for all year. Aragorn chuckled softly, as he watched his son wind down slowly, eventually ending up falling asleep on his lap. He carried his son up to the bedchambers. He kissed him goodnight, and climbed into his bed in the adjoining room. As he fell asleep, he smiled. This had been a good yuletide.