Things had been increasingly difficult for the small elven and her beloved when it came to the pregnancy. But she had long since warned Taran of the dangers of her bearing children. Moreso her first born who would be bestowed with the multitude of her powers and the destiny of the chosen to be passed on. But fickled fate smiled down upon the lovers and life remained in the elveness as life was breathed into the tiny infant that would be their son.
Now a short handful of months later things were slowly returning to normal. Though granted Taran still hovered over her like a worried mother hen he was spending more and more time fixing up his own shop. She thought it did him well to work on his shop. It allowed him to work out some frustrations and energy that had been stored up over the months.
Color had returned to the elveness as did her strength, violet-blue eyes shining with love and life that only a mother and wife could hold. Her life was a bliss, even if the shop hadn't been reopened yet. In due time. For now her husband and her little bundle of joy were her main concerns. And what a bundle the little unnamed son was. A head full of snow white locks showed he was definitely his father's son and already his eyes were marking him as the chosen destined for he shared his mother's unique eye color. And tiny pointed little ears that she found herself often enough tenderly rubbing. Her son. Their son.
They would need to name him. In truth she wanted Taran to name the baby but she knew how that would turn out. He'd make sure they both had a say in it and that was that.
In the waking morning she heard the first whine from the baby which was followed by the powerful wail from his lungs. Someone wanted attention. Her head tilted to the side and a kiss was tenderly placed to Taran's cheek before she rushed from the bedsheets. It was amazing how fast she could get form the bed to the basket that held their child. Cradling the infant to her she smiled as he cooed and griped at her night shirt. Already back asleep while in the warmth of her embrace. She would return to the bed with the tiny one in arm, snuggling in the bed so that the babe was near his father.
Could there be any perfect of a picture?
Now a short handful of months later things were slowly returning to normal. Though granted Taran still hovered over her like a worried mother hen he was spending more and more time fixing up his own shop. She thought it did him well to work on his shop. It allowed him to work out some frustrations and energy that had been stored up over the months.
Color had returned to the elveness as did her strength, violet-blue eyes shining with love and life that only a mother and wife could hold. Her life was a bliss, even if the shop hadn't been reopened yet. In due time. For now her husband and her little bundle of joy were her main concerns. And what a bundle the little unnamed son was. A head full of snow white locks showed he was definitely his father's son and already his eyes were marking him as the chosen destined for he shared his mother's unique eye color. And tiny pointed little ears that she found herself often enough tenderly rubbing. Her son. Their son.
They would need to name him. In truth she wanted Taran to name the baby but she knew how that would turn out. He'd make sure they both had a say in it and that was that.
In the waking morning she heard the first whine from the baby which was followed by the powerful wail from his lungs. Someone wanted attention. Her head tilted to the side and a kiss was tenderly placed to Taran's cheek before she rushed from the bedsheets. It was amazing how fast she could get form the bed to the basket that held their child. Cradling the infant to her she smiled as he cooed and griped at her night shirt. Already back asleep while in the warmth of her embrace. She would return to the bed with the tiny one in arm, snuggling in the bed so that the babe was near his father.
Could there be any perfect of a picture?