[Even knowing that his father was far more practiced than he was at holding an infant, Legolas can not help but hold on a little longer than he probably needed to... it was also a very strange sight to see him this way, but at the same time, now Legolas feels he could understand.]

She is weary from our journey, for the road was long. I am certain she will be glad to greet you when she has taken some rest.

[Ferion shifts and yawns as Legolas traces two fingers gently over the small blond head.]