Gilraen was exhausted and still feeling the pain of childbirth, but as she gazed down upon the child sleeping in her arms, she had to smile. Her husband, Arathorn, stood beside her, his face a mess of emotions, yet through it all she could see joy shining out, joy for their son.

Looking up at her beloved, Gilraen softly said, "Joyful is today that has given the world of Men a new hope in the face of darkness. Our son will be the doer of great deeds, a noble warrior, a valiant king. He shall be named Aragorn, and may he live up to his name."

"Aragorn," Arathorn murmured with a soft look on his face. "Yes, he will be great."

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