It runs in the Family

You look so perfect in your mother’s arms, my little half-elf, so at peace. She lets me hold you and I count ten little fingers and ten little toes. Finally your eyes open and I see that they are the colour of the grey sea, intelligent eyes in a soft face framed by a tiny bit of black hair.
I look at my lovely Elwing who is smiling at me, then back at you and decide that I will always be there for you.
“I name you…”
“My Lord?”
I look at the nurse and realize that she holds something that looks suspiciously like a baby.
“Another one?”