Labour Of Love

“Stop it!”  she snarled, turning on her husband.  “You may be a healer, but what do you know of childbirth?”

“And you!”  she added savagely to her brothers.  “Why Naneth left instructions for you to help me at this time … I will … never … know!” 

She began to pant, breathing hard and pushing, leaning back into Aragorn’s arms.  She fell against him with a groan and a triumphant cry,  tears of joy and exhaustion streaking her face as her cry was answered by a shrill, plaintive wail.

“Your son,”  Elrohir whispered, kissing her brow.  “Well done, little sister!”

 Author Notes:  For the Back to Middle Earth challenge, 'An Antagonistic Arwen'.