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Legolas smiled as Gimli passed a cooing infant to Gloin. Their son was finally meeting his grandparents.
The old Dwarf struggled not to cry as the babe stared up at him with wide dark brown eyes.
Thranduil peered over his shoulder. "He has your eyes." His voice was devoid of all its former contempt.
"Aye," Gloin said thickly, watching Thranduil take the child and stroke the blond down on his head. "And
your hair."
A woman then received the child, who laughed, grasping a tendril of soft brown hair. Legolas had tears in his
eyes.
"Naneth, he has your smile."
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