This story is based on characters and situations written by J.R.R. Tolkien. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made. The plot of this fiction is all mine, though.
Beneath the starlit sky
Prologue:
With an expression of love and adore Eowyn contemplated her little boy as he slept in the cradle.
Despite those pointed, perfectly shaped Elven ears, resting against the sheets he knew nothing about his uniqueness.
Peacefully he slept, not knowing how peculiar and entirely special he was. Not only in her eyes, but according to everything the world of Elves and Men alike had known in a long – a very long – time.
He was precious – entirely precious – taking her breath away…
She had been surprised how quick, how – unexpectedly – she had conceived. In fact, she did as soon as she had given in to the overwhelming desire to lie with the one she truly loved.
With him…
She smiled at how dear, how incredible, entirely precious their little baby boy was to her. How very much he resembled his father. The beauty of his features was taking her very breath away.
It had been anything but planned to have this baby right away, with Sauron still high and mighty, perfectly strong and in charge of any life around Middle Earth. It had not been wise at all. And yet it had not been less welcome…
They had been over the moon to realise!
"Meleth nín?"
The tall, slender and graceful shadow of her sweet and tender, entirely adorable husband was outlined against the wall as he encircled her from behind, placing both of his hands around her – once again – swollen midriff.
"I have been wondering what kept you up, Sweetheart" he murmured, nuzzling his face into the golden tresses of her hair so he could plant a kiss at the crown of her head as he spoke.
"Got caught up in the moment," she admitted, dreamily. "I…Oh-H-"
Just that instant the little one in her womb decided to kick her in the ribs with the force of an Oliphant.
"Ouch…" she gasped, laughing; flinging her fingers around her husband's to feel the wondrous presence of their child growing within her…
AN: I'm dying to hear what you think of this…
Meleth nin - My Love