Bright brown eyes stared into his, distinctly unimpressed.

Legolas shot their owner his most winning smile, lowering his head to rub his cheek against the soft, scraggly red beard covering the pale jaw.

The movement won a giggle, and he chuckled back. His mirth quickly turned into a yelp of pain when stubby short fingers wrapped around his hair and yanked.

"Aiyah!" he protested.

Another giggle.

"Well, lad, what do you think?"

He turned to her. Her face was lined with exhaustion, glowing with pride. Legolas felt his irritation at the hair-yanking melt, as he looked back at the little bundle in his arms.

"She's beautiful, Gimli," he said.

His best friend gave a satisfied nod. "Aye, lad, I know."

Don't ask me why I'm writing about Legolas these days. I don't know either. Hope you enjoyed.