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Queen Echuirlass of Greenwood had been in labor for twelve hours. Lord Elrond of Imladris was overseeing the delivery of her first born with the aide of the elder of his two sons. It had not been many years since his sons had attained their majority. Elladan some five minutes older than his twin was being trained to be a healer as well as his father’s heir.
Just outside of the delivery room her husband and father of her child, King Thranduil paced anxiously. With him were his Seneschal Maglor and Elrohir Peredhel who was in every way, but blood his nephew.
“Please stop your pacing penn neth, you’re making the rest of us nervous,” remarked Maglor.
“Adar and Elladan are with her, Uncle,” said Elrohir placing his hand reassuringly upon Thranduil’s shoulder. “She is in good hands.”
“With Celebrain pregnant...” Thranduil started to protest.
“Nana is not due for another six months and Adar left her in good hands. His mind is right here,” assured Elrohir. “We only regret Nana couldn’t be here too. I am sure she will come to visit as soon as she is able.”
“Or perhaps we will come and see her. It has been too long since I visited Imladris,” remarked Thranduil. “It’s just there is so much to do around here.”
“Excuses, excuses penn neth,” Maglor mock scolded. “I am more than capable of running things for a couple of months while you visit Elrond. You managed to do just fine without me two summers ago when I went to visit him.”
Maglor and Elrohir finally got the elf king calmed down. It did not seem like it was very longer after that the sound of an infant crying was heard from the delivery room. Elrond opened the door and allowed them to enter. Echuirlass was on the bed holding a small baby.
“Mellon nin, It is my honor and privilege to introduce you to your first born ion and heir,” said Lord Elrond.
His heart filled with love and awe, Thranduil walked over to the bed where his wife lay with their son in her arms. He kissed his wife then he placed a very gentle kiss on his son’s head.
“May I hold him?” he asked.
“Of course, you are his Adar,” replied Echuirlass handing him the newborn elfling. “What shall we name him?”
“Legolas,” replied Thranduil. “We shall name him Legolas.”
Unbidden an old memory pushed to the forefront of both the minds of Elrond and Maglor, causing decorum to give way to laughter. All eyes in the room turned to the pair.
“What exactly is so funny?” asked Thranduil.
“Truly, penn neth, you named your ion after the stuffed bunny you gave me when we first met,” stated Maglor.
“Why not, he is a green leaf from my spring leaf,” Thranduil replied referring to his wife’s name. “Also, like that stuffed bunny I am entrusting him into your care. I ask you to be his mentor, his teacher and should the unspeakable happen and he loses both his parents I ask you to be his guardian and his regent. Will you accept this responsibility and most solemn trust?”
“With all my heart,” Maglor answered.