A/N: I don’t owm none of this characters. They all belong to th genius J.R.R. Tolkien. I’m sorry if my English is not very good but it isn’t my native language. Please R&R

The night was warm. The window curtains barely moved with the soft breeze. Aragorn laid in bed, his strong arms protectively wrapped around his beautiful wife. His life had changed so much in these last years… Just seven years ago he was somewhere in Middle-Earth, hoping the ring would be destroyed, and now Sauron was defeated, he was king of both Gondor and Arnor, married to the only woman he ever loved and just a few days ago they had been graced with the greatest of all gifts: a beautiful son. They called him Eldarion, son of the Eldar, in homage to Arwen’s race. Since the birth of Eldarion neither Aragorn nor Arwen had had much sleep; though he wasn’t a turbulent baby, Eldarion always managed to wake them every night. Aragorn always tried to shush him before he woke his naneth, who was still recovering from giving birth, but her elven ears always heard her son’s call. Anyway, she knew how lucky she was to have such a caring husband, and many times she pretended to be asleep and simply watched.

When Aragorn was almost asleep, Eldarion started crying. He carefully slipped out of bed, rushed to his son’s crib and picked him up.

“Shh…It’s all right, my angel. Ada’s here. Shh…” he murmured while softly caressing his son’s head.

But Eldarion didn’t seem to calm down, as he usually did, so Aragorn started singing a lullaby his mother used to sing. But Eldarion didn’t stop crying and suddenly Aragorn heard soft footsteps heading towards him. Then, a melodic voice said:

“Let me pick him.”

Aragorn handed Eldarion to Arwen, hoping she would something to calm down their little child.

“Do you think he is hungry?”

“It’s possible.”

Arwen sat down on their bed and lowered the upper part of her nightdress so she could feed her son. Aragorn sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her wife and son. Suddenly, Eldarion seemed to calm down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, meleth nin,” Aragorn whispered in Arwen’s ear

“It’s all right,” Arwen said and gave him a quick kiss.

When Eldarion was asleep, Aragorn put him in his crib and headed towards his bed where Arwen was waiting for him. He slipped under the covers and embraced his wife, their foreheads touching.

“I love you,” he whispered lovingly.

“I love you too. You’re a wonderful father, you know?”

He smiled, love shining in his eyes and kissed her passionately. When the kiss finished they were both out of breath. Aragorn closed his eyes and fell asleep embracing Arwen tightly but gently, only to wake up the next morning, another of his happy new life.

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