The fair skinned woman held the baby who was carefully wrapped in a soft, dark blue blanket. His grayish blue eyes twinkled at the beautiful cloudless sky that seemed limitless over the city of Osgiliath. He looked around in awe of the people and noises, a toothless grin constantly on his beaming face. He laughed as he latched onto is mother, cuddling close to her chest, softly listening to her beating heart.
"Are you tired my love?"
She asked in a hushed whisper to her son as she poked his nose, continuing to walk through the market place. He laughed once more and grabbed her hand, playing with it as his eyes went wide at the size of hers compared to him.
"Yes, my little Cynraede. Soon your's will be much bigger than mine, I have a feeling you will grow to be much like your father. You have his eyes, and his thick black hair, it makes even the night seem pale. The Father, truly has a wondrous plan for you my son, I feel it in my heart."
The two continued to explore the small market, looking at various stalls and shoppes as they made their way around. She stopped as she saw a man before her, a beaming smile across her face.
He was tall, more so than average men, standing head and shoulders above them. His body was slender, but muscular and toned. His pitch black hair tied in a tight pony tail, a braid trailing down behind his ear and came to rest on his shoulder. His grayish blue eyes taking in everything, missing very little as he peered over the marketplace. His name was Cynhaer, he a well known hunter in the city, though not of beast. His task had been hunting down orc and easterlings that had been spotting along small camps, which was not unsual, but there had not been any attacks as of late, and it was deeply concerning the captain of the garrison there. He turned and looked to see his young wife, who stood carrying there new baby boy. She was fair skinned, and dark blue eyes, a mane of dark brown flowing beautifully off her shoulders and back as she stood with a beaming smile, her name was Aeden, daughter of the woodworker Aedicus.
Cynhaer looked to his new born son as he approached, giving his wife a loving kiss before scooping him up in his arms. He looked down as he let him grab a hold of his finger, watching as it took both hands to hold it as he stared up at his father with a wide, toothless grin.
"He is small.. Just like I was when I was a babe. I was the runt of the litter, but I fear not. He will grow strong, and brave, just like his grandfather. And we will love him always."
He smiled as he set a ring in his hands, giving his son a loving, warm kiss on his forehead.
