All he ever wanted

Years later, Glorfindel and Cimorene were watching Estel and Arwen by the waterfall.

"It seems that Estel has found love." Cimorene said quietly. She and Glorfindel watched Aragorn and Arwen meet.

"Everyone deserves love in their life, wouldn't you agree?" Glorfindel said, "For you and I found each other though long I waited."

"If I could go back, I would leave Linhir, and go to you. I will never love another."

"I think we should retire to bed." Glorfindel said suggestively.

"I agree."

Glorfindel picked her up and carried her to their room, and they were not seen for the rest of the night.

About nine months later, a scream shattered the stillness of Imladris.

Elrond dropped the book he was reading.

Erestor knocked over his inkwell.

Elladan was hit by a horse that reared.

Elrohir was thrown off that said horse.

Glorfindel was nowhere in sight.

A healer hurried to Elrond's room, finding him trying to find his place in the book he dropped. "My lord, we need you quick." She said.

"What's wrong?"

"The Lord Glorfindel's lady is having her baby, but she is bleeding more than normal."

Elrond rushed past the healer to the infirmary. She had visibly paled, and was covered in sweat. She gave another heart wrenching cry as pain over took her. Hours later, a baby was born in Imladris. A baby boy.

"Cimorene, lay down but do not sleep" Elrond said.

"Why not?"

"You could die, just stay awake."

He left her for half an hour to tend to the baby. When he came back to her, she was fast asleep, but breathing deeply, evenly. 'A good sign.' he thought.

Glorfindel returned three days later with four halflings, Estel, and some Elven scouts. Elrond motioned Glorfindel aside. He told him the news. Glorfindel rushed off, and found Cimorene laying in their bed. Then he saw the cradle next to the bed, and he walked over to it. He looked at the child inside of it.

"You have a son, my lord." Cimorene murmured. "He's beautiful, and full Vanya."

"I could care less if he was mixed. He is my son, and means the world to me. You both do. Did you name him?"

"No, not yet. I wanted to wait for you. Any ideas?"

"No...I was expecting a daughter."

"I have one. Tyrian Woodrose."

"That is a perfect name for him. When was he born?"

"Three days ago. Welcome home melanin."

Elrond entered the room. He wore a look that said, 'you-are-not-going-to-like-this-but-here-goes'.

"Yes, Lord Elrond?" Cimorene asked.

"Take good care of your child. It will be your last, to keep you safe."

Glorfindel looked confused, and Cimorene looked appalled.

Elrond continued. "Cimorene, you were not built to have children. If you did it again, it would kill you. You are lucky the Valar have blessed you with one child. Protect it with your whole being, take good care of him." He left them to talk.

"An only child? Our only child?" Glorfindel questioned.