All he ever wanted

He continued, not giving Cimorene a chance to respond. "That's perfectly fine, for we have one perfect little elfling. He is ours to spoil, and I couldn't ask for better."

Elrond came back into the room. "Cimorene, do you think that you are well enough to help me in the infirmary with the injured halfling Glorfindel brought here. I need all of my best healers."

"I should be strong enough. I will do all I can." Cimorene said, and she left the room with Elrond. She came back hours later to find Glorfindel asleep on the bed, and Tyrian asleep in his cradle. 'Like father like son.' She thought.

A knock on the door startled Cimorene out of her musings. "Come in." She called, and Aragorn entered the room. "What do you need Estel?"

"I came to see how you and the elfling are faring." He said. "Did you name him?"

"Aye, we did. We named him Tyrian Ecthelion."

"That is what I heard. He is a beautiful child; I think he will end up looking like Glorfindel when he has grown up. In addition, you seem to have a way with children, considering you helped raise the twins, Arwen, and myself. Besides, I do not think I will have any children of my own."

"Why is that Estel?"

"I love Arwen, and no other. I will not have another woman have my child, and Lord Elrond says I aim too high. He says if I do wed his daughter, our relationship shall change for worse."

"You aim high indeed, son of Arathorn," She saw the disappointed look in Aragorn's eyes. "But not too high. She is within your grasp, for she loves you back. Nothing is ever out of your reach Estel. Nothing. Lord Elrond will always love you. You are one of his sons, though mortal you are; he loves you like a father. Hold on to what love you have, for there is less out in the world. Remember that Imladris will always have room for you if you cannot find room elsewhere. Remember that, and you will always have a home."

"Hannon lle." Aragorn said, and he left with more confidence than when he came in.