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Assorted Drabbles  by Forodwaith

The Stone City (too little here that grows and is glad)

The baby stops crying and stares at his father, brows crumpled.

"Unfair!" Arwen protests, laughing. "Where did you learn that? I never knew Rangers were nursemaids too."

Aragorn swings Eldarion through the air, trailing strings of chortles. "I saw Halbarad's children nearly as often as he did. And the young Beornings or wood elves were always underfoot."

"I wish Imladris had been so lively." Arwen takes the child back and balances him on her hip.

Aragorn tickles him with the feathery end of her braid. "I promise Eldarion will have more companions," he says mock-solemnly to make her laugh again.

[for Radbooks, who wanted Aragorn "in a fatherly role". I hope this is to your taste!]

The title refers to the way both Legolas and Pippin observe that Minas Tirith seems cold and underpopulated. The part in parentheses is a direct quotation from Legolas.





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