Miril watched happily as her young son chewed on a small stuffed toy. He was two years old and the love of her life. Aderthon was his name. The Reuniter. For he had united all the houses of the Eldar and Edain into one line. His dark brown hair echoed his mother's but he had the grey eyes of his father.

Next to him played two other young boys. Eldarion, son of Aragorn, and Elboron, son of Faramir. Eldarion looked like the half elven princeling he was with his dark hair and sparkling grey eyes. Faramir and Eowyn's son had light brown hair like his father and blue eyes like his mother. He was the fiercest of the little trio, feisty like Eowyn. The three were best of friends, especially Eldarion and Aderthon. They did everything together.

Miril and Arwen had grown close, raising their sons together. The boys loved playing in the small courtyard behind the house Miril and Elrohir now lived in. Often Miril would babysit the children, especially when Elboron came to Minas Tirith like this week.

"Uncle Elladan" was the favorite for Eldarion and Aderthon, though. He would make the children laugh and laugh. He could go on forever. Elrohir had always said his brother was great with children. Miril had to agree. Whenever she needed to run errands in the city, sit in on a meeting, or practice her sword skills in the practice yard, Elladan would step in. Especially now while Elrohir was in the North.

Her husband had left about a month ago with a caravan to visit Rivendell. He was, at last, taking the Silmaril there. He insisted on doing it himself. Elrohir was expected back in another month or so. Elladan was being very gracious and helping her out while he was away.

The North and the South were both prospering. It was half way through Year 3 of the Forth Age. Annuminas was rebuilt and the Dunedain of the North strong and numerous again as they rebuilt their numbers. The Dunedain of the South were also plentiful. A peace with Harad had been established thanks to the efforts of Miril, Elrohir, Elladan, and Maglor. Traffic with the dwarves was now a regular occurrence, also. Miril had yet to visit Erebor, but she hoped to get there eventually.

The world was good, and she thanked the Valar for that.

"Ami!" Aderthon said, using shorthand of the elvish word for mother. "Ami when Uncle Elladan coming over?"

"Soon, melda, soon." She smiled. "He wouldn't miss seeing Eldarion and Elboron for anything!"

With a big hug, she embraced her little son. All was right with the world. She wondered what the future would hold, but for now, she was content with her loving son in her arms.

"Tell us a story, Ami!" Aderthon begged as he and his friends sat down in front of her. "Tell us!"

Miril nodded and looked around. She saw to her left above her fireplace was a lyre.

"Let me tell you the story of Uncle Maglor."