You groan as your baby begins to cry. Lindir outs his pillow over his face. "Not again." You groan again as the cries of pain become louder. If you weren't careful, the entirety of the last homely house would be awakened by your child.

Lindir moves the pillow from his face,mis long brown hair going every which way. "I will get him." He says getting up. You nod in appreciation, almost crying due to the happiness of not getting up. Lindir makes his way over to the cradle in your sitting room that had been set aside for more privacy in the bedroom. You did not want to move Avorthal to his room just yet since he was so little, but now that he was teething and crying almost all night, you were beginning to reconsider.

"Shh, shh, it's all right. It's all right, Ada's here," you hear your husband's voice coming through the curtain that separated the two rooms. Avorthal begins to quiet down when his father begins to sing to him softly. You snuggle deeper into your pillow, smiling as you watched Lindir's shadow move back and forth across the wall in the moonlight.

Lindir rubs his back in a soothing way to calm the baby elfling down. It broke his heart seeing and hearing his son was clearly in pain and there was nothing for him to do. He kisses his head and sat down in the chair still humming the elvish lullaby. Eventually Avorthal falls asleep and Lindir gently places him back in his crib.

He stood there for a few minutes, to see if he would wake back up. Lindir couldn't help but smile as he stroked his cheek. Avorthal looked so much like you in his facial structure, though he had inherited his dark chocolate hair from his father.

Lindir stiffened when he felt your arms around his torso. "He looks like you." He whispers to you as he brings you to his side. You shake your head. "No he doesn't." You lay your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.

Lindir presses his lips to your temple as his arms run up and down your arms. "Come meleth, let us go back to bed."

You nod and kiss his cheek. "That is a wonderful idea." You kiss your sons forehead and return to bed, embracing your husband's warmth as you both fall asleep.