Son of the Elves
1. Son of the Elves
I confess to feeling some bitterness when Aragorn came from my grand-daughter's chamber, strutting with the pride of new fatherhood, and presented me with a great-grandson who was wholly mortal. Was it not for this puling infant, and the love that had brought him forth, that Arwen's fate was sundered from mine and most of her kindred?
And then I looked at the child.
I saw Elrond in the infant's brow; and my own Celebrían in the shape of his mouth. He was already a fair child, with Arwen's starlit silver-grey eyes. And as I placed a finger on the perfect new skin of the babe's face, I remembered another babe, held in the arms of a mother who had once given up life itself for the love she bore the child's father.
"He is worth it, Celeborn," my kinswoman, the most beautiful woman born to any race under the heavens, had said, as she stared at the infant Dior Eluchil and laughed with joy. "My son is worth it all."
Something twisted within me, saddening and lightening my heart all at once.
"He is worth it all, grand-son," I told Aragorn, and reached to hold the last son of Lúthien's line and my own. "Long live the son of the Elfstone and the Evenstar."
The child was indeed mortal; but he was still of our blood! All bitterness departed as I took my great-grandson in my arms. A strong little fellow, but so small yet. He would need me; for he had no grandparents left on this side of the Sea.
Aragorn smiled, his eyes tired but alight. "He will be called the Son of the Elves, grandfather;" declared the King of the West.
And faraway, lost in time but not in heart, I heard the laughter of Tinúviel.
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