Twice Blessed

Elrond stood behind his wife,  placing a gentle kiss on her neck before sliding his hands downwards, slowing over the gentle swell of her breasts, to rest against the flatness of her stomach, feeling the new life within.

“I cannot believe it,” he murmured.  “To think that we have been twice blessed by the lady Yavanna.”

She turned within the circle of his arms, returning the kiss, unable to quench the joyous smile that had lit her face since that night.

“Aye,”  she agreed.  “Twice blessed.   Two sons.  Twins.”

“Twins,”  he repeated incredulously, with a pang of remembered sorrow.  “Twins.”

Author Notes:  For the 'Two' challenge on Tolkien Weekly.