Thranduil’s Heir (Version Two)

All is quiet now, the song and revelry which greeted your birth stilled.  The soft voices of the trees, joyous in their welcome of this newest green leaf, are muted. 

You sleep in your mother’s arms, both exhausted after the great adventure of birth.  She is serene and content now – you have been long awaited, little one.  Long have we listened to and delighted in the murmur of your song.  By Elbereth’s starlight I look on you, so tiny, so perfect; in such awe that I played a part in creating something so wonderful.

Welcome to Lasgalen, my beloved son.

Author's Notes:  Feedback on this would be most welcome - I tried to make it feel more 'elfy'.  Has it worked?