Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The cradle was complete.
Legolas caressed the smooth wood with its traditional carvings of branches and leaves. He knew where to find the hidden butterflies, beetles and tiny mouse.
Then he ran his fingers over the other hidden symbols, remembering Gimli’s words.
“Our cradles are wrought from metal; our decorations different. But every one contains a blessing. Your children will be elves – no need to wish them health. They will be of a Royal house – no need to wish them wealth…”
Legolas traced the carved dwarven runes.
“But carve these in. For what greater blessing for your children than happiness?”