Summary: Eowyn and Aragorn introduce their child to the world. Rated K+ by Savannah (Eowyn and Aragorn)

Year 3020

The sunlight drifted slowly into the room through the dust in the air and the long golden hair that surrounded the pair, then quietly onto the face of the sleeping child. Eowyn held the child close to her chest, staring down at his perfect face. She spoke just under her breath as she ran her thumb over the light white fuzz that grew on his head, telling him stories filled with danger and Elves. Aragorn stood in the doorway, paused in his steps at the peacefulness of the moment he saw in front of him. A smile grew on his face as he watched them. The color had returned to Eowyn's face and the brightness to her eyes that had faded before. He took a step into the room, the thick carpets thrown over the floor muffling his footsteps. "Eowyn," he said as he reached her. She looked up with a smile and Aragorn couldn't help but smile back. He had almost forgotten how beautiful happiness looked on Eowyn's face. He reached out and touched her face, lovingly cupping her chin. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Eowyn's hand moved to the back of his neck and pulled in in, kissing him again. Aragorn took her hand in his and squeezed it then sat down on the ground beside her, resting the back of his head on her legs. "He sleeps well," Aragorn said, absently stroking Eowyn's hand. Aragorn brought Eowyn's hand to his lips. "He needs a name," he said, rolling his head to the side to look up at her.

Eowyn nodded. "I thought he was dead inside me," she said softly. "I never thought about his name."

Aragorn nodded. "When they pulled him from you so quiet, I also thought he was dead."

"He's not our child," Eowyn said. A shadow passed over Aragorn's face but Eowyn continued. "Our first died and he should have died too, but Gondor needed a king, he was born to be king."

"A gift from the Eldar," Aragorn finished.

Eowyn nodded. "He's not our child, he's the son of the Eldar."

A smile spread across Aragorn's face as he heard the small noises of his son stirring. He moved to his knees and reached out to touch the baby's face. "Eldarion," he said, looking down at his son, full of love and pride.

Eowyn smiled. "Eldarion," she repeated.

"It means son of the Eldar," Aragorn said looking at her.

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Aragorn looked down at Eowyn by his side. She wore a gown as white as snow and her hair was twisted up around her head, her crown sitting perfectly on her head. She looked as delicate and beautiful as a lily, but also as strong and fierce as a lion. They stood side by side in front of the throne, the platform surrounded by people and the room completely filled with crowds gathering out through the doors.

"And so is bron the first of the line of Elessar, Eldarion!" Gandalf called out over the crowds. His voices echoed over the stone faces of the kings of old.

Eowyn turned to Aragorn and smiled then looked down at the tiny child in his arms. She leaned into Aragorn's side and reached her hand to move the cloth away from the child's face. Eomer stood directly under the throne, Lothiriel standing next to him. He stood with his arms crossed, a smile permanently fixed on his face. Eowyn looked up and their identical eyes met as the room exploded into cheers. She smiled and took Aragorn's free hand as they started to walk down the stairs.

When they reached the crowds Eomer was waiting for them. He closed Eowyn into arms, kissing the top of her head. When they parted he looked down at her. "It's good to see you happy again," he said.

Aragorn smiled at him. "Would you like to hold him?" he said. Eomer nodded, holding out giant arms. He took the baby clumsily as if he was made of glass.

"He has a beautiful name," Lothiriel said, smiling at the baby. "Son of the Eldar."

Aragorn wrapped his arm around Eowyn's wait and nodded. Eomer looked up, his eyebrows raised. "Son of gods?" he said. "Getting a little cocky you two, don't you think?"

The group laughed and Eomer moved to hand Eowyn back the sleeping child, as their eyes met she saw tears in his. Eowyn smiled, touching his face. "His eyes are as blue as yours," she said.

Eomer smiled, wiping hastily at his eyes. "As blue as ours," he corrected, hugging his sister, careful of the gap between them. "He's beautiful," he said in her ear. "And you deserve this happiness more than anyone."

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Long after the sun had set Eowyn stood in the middle of the nursery, rocking Eldarion back and forth in her arms. She watched as his blue eyes slid shut and smiled to herself. She pressed his small head to her lips then laid him down in the bassinet by the window. Then she walked through the door and into her and Aragorn's bedroom. Aragorn lay asleep in the bed, sprawled out and tangled in sheets. Eowyn sat down on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. Eowyn heard Aragorn start to stir and then roll towards her. She turned to him and smiled sadly as he played with a strand of her hair.

"What's wrong?" he said as a tears slipped down her cheek. He sat up, the moonlight reflecting off their skin and brushed the tears from her cheek, concern written on his face.

"Do you remember when we visited Arwen and Legolas in Rivendell, when the twins were so young?" Aragorn nodded. "When we were all together and so happy." Aragorn pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she kept talking. "I wish we could go back to those days, I wish Arwen and Legolas could meet Eldarion." More tears trailed down her cheeks until they were wet.

Aragorn moved so he could pull her into his chest, tucking her head under his chin and pressed it to his chest.