"Careful over these steps." Legolas warns gently, his arm tightly wrapped around your waist and another covering your arms that are holding your newborn son.
"Legolas, I'm alright." You assure him, smiling at him. "I can walk up a flight of stairs." You say, giggling.
He looks unsure and continues to carefully guide you up the stairs to your living quarters.
You gaze down at your baby boy, a feeling of wonder pouring over you. "Isn't he beautiful?" You say, voice hoarse, tears filling your eyes. You sniff and a tear falls down your cheek. You wrap the blanket tighter around your son, smiling.
Legolas stops and kisses your cheek. "Just like you." He says. He turns to peer at his son. "What are going to name him?" He asks.
"Well, we can't keep calling him 'him', 'he', or 'son'." You say, laughing.
Legolas chuckles and continues the walk. "No, we cannot." He replies, a very content look on his face.
You smile and nudge your hip against his. "I love you." You say.
He smiles and kisses your cheek again. "I love you too."