All he ever wanted

Cimorene entered the room carrying Tyrian in her arms. She indicated that they head to a more private place where they would not be disturbed or overheard. When they got into a room, she closed and locked the door.

"He is a brilliant child at six months." Cimorene said. She placed Tyrian on the floor.

Tyrian looked at Glorfindel. "Ada." He said.

"You little yrch." Cimorene said, staring at him in disbelief.

"Why do you say that?" Glorfindel asked her.

"He is six months old. He says 'Rian' when he sees his reflection. He knew you for five days and he remembers you and says 'ada'. I have been with him my whole life, and he has never said 'nana' or 'ana'."

Tyrian crawled over to Glorfindel, and indicated that he wanted to be picked up. Glorfindel picked him up. Tyrian looked at Cimorene, smiled and said "Ana."

Cimorene would later say that the smile was positively diabolical.

"You are right. He is brilliant." Glorfindel said.

"Even Elrond did not talk at seven months."

Tyrian grabbed a lock of Glorfindel's hair and pulled. Hard.

"OW! You little orc spawn."

"He is your son." Cimorene said, "Tyrian, do not pull hair."

A knock on the door disrupted their conversation. Cimorene unlocked the door to find Aragorn and Legolas standing outside.

"Can we come in?" Legolas asked.

"Yes, do come in." Cimorene said.

Tyrian saw Aragorn, wriggled out of Glorfindel's grasp, and crawled to Aragorn. Aragorn picked him up.

"He seems happy to see Estel." Glorfindel observed.

"Estel has been here awhile." Cimorene replied. "So Tyrian would recognize him."

Aragorn handed Tyrian to Legolas. Cimorene jumped up from the bed, and ran over to Legolas. She tied his hair back seconds before Tyrian grabbed for it. The child looked frustrated, as he could not reach Legolas's hair.

Haldir entered the room. "So this is the Lord Glorfindel's child and wife, known throughout every elven realm for disappearing into thin air."

"Nice to see you too, mellon nin." Cimorene said. "And I walked my way here."

"At least you are still alive. You made it here safely, and even lived through the Battle of Helm's Deep. Even though you look like an adan."

"Ah, but lo and behold, you look as if you have been to Mordor and back."

Haldir bowed low. "Alas, you have beaten me."

Cimorene smirked. "Indeed I have beaten you at your own game."

"May I hold your son?"

Cimorene took Tyrian from Legolas and handed him to Haldir.

"He's a beautiful child. 'Tis a pity he will never be like his parents."

"Haldir, what do you mean?" Cimorene asked.