Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Tolkien's, not mine.
Author Notes: For the 'Births' challenge. Elrond reflects.
Imladris, TA 130
Heirs of Imladris
All is quiet now, peaceful and still. It is late, and you are asleep, cradled in your mother’s arms, tired out after the great adventure of your birth. She too is exhausted, but never have I seen her so happy, so serene and content. You have been long awaited, little ones.
I look at you, so tiny, so perfect, so vulnerable; and feel a great sense of awe that I played a part in creating something so wonderful. I know in this instant that I would give my very life to protect you both.
Welcome to Imladris, my beloved sons.