Two days later as the guards kept watch over their lord, feeding him and making certain that he was resting, their eyes fell on the un-named baby that was held by Galdor.
The baby's face smiled at them, as a light grew around him.
The king awoke as the light filled in the room; he opened his eyes wildly, as if he noticed the baby for the first time.
Galdor and the guards noticed it too. Galdor rose from his chair, and walked over to his lord; the baby kept smiling.
"This is your child, My Lord; be with him. He needs his father, as you need your son; talk to him, My Lord," Galdor suggested, and gave him his son.
Thranduil feared at first to hold his baby, but Galdor helped, and guided him with patience and understanding.
"Do not fear, My Lord, just talk to him...and name him first, that we may know what our Prince's name is."
Thranduil gazed over his baby, looking at him deeply, as he noticed the blond hair; it reminded him of his father's tales of gold that was found in the dwarf's mines. He stroked his son's hair.
He noticed the baby's blue eyes, and thought with a smile, 'At least he's got my eyes.'
Thranduil scanned his baby over and over, trying to find what the baby had gotten from his wife. As he noticed the baby smiling, he remembered. The smile that could melt the cold...his baby had it.
"My Lord?" Galdor called; he seemed impatient to know the prince's name.
"Have you thought of name?" Galdor asked, as no answer came from his lord.
Thranduil looked over at his loyal guard, then back to the baby, then he looked outside the window.
The breeze blew through the branches, as a green leaf fell from a tree that his father raised when he was little; the trees sang a lullaby.
Thranduil looked over his son again, and was surprised to see him asleep, still with smile on his face as the lullaby was heard. Then he figured out a worthy name for his son.
"My Lord?" Galdor asked, as he noticed the movement that his lord's eyes did, looking from side to side.
"I have a name for my son," Thranduil answered, looking back at his son; he looked at his sleepy face, and said softly, "Your name, ion-nin, will be Greenleaf, for the fallen leaf from the tree that my father raised."
"That is a worthy name for a beautiful child, My Lord. We should ready a feast for the Prince, My Lord?" Galdor suggested as a smile covered his face.
Thranduil walked over to his guard and gave him his son, then he turned to leave. "I need some air; I need to be with my wife…"
Galdor held Greenleaf, as he sighed, hoping that his king would grow with love for his son, and get past his grief.
End of Chapter 2.
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