"I have a son!"

Arathorn was wet and muddy, and undoubtedly cold and hungry as well, but he’d postponed his bath and meal to rush to Elrond and tell him the good news.

Elrond well understood this and greeted Arathorn with a smile and a handshake.

"We have called him Aragorn," Arathorn continued. "I will bring him to see you when he is old enough to appreciate it."

"I look forward to meeting him. Now, you must not neglect yourself in your joy."

Arathorn grinned and left. Elrond watched him go, wishing he could see more children in Arathorn’s future.