The Tale of Tar-Ciryatan's Daughter by Kaylee Arafinwiel  

Yours Truly

Gaerondur comes to see Ailinel and the twins as soon as he can.

Barliman, the gnarled old healer, brought Captain Gaerondur to Ailinel. She was dressed in Gaerondur’s oversized shirt, a pretty blush in her cheeks as she cradled their newborn children.

“Are you well, zimra?” Gaerondur asked solicitously.

“Just tired, my love.” The swinging lantern hanging in the window danced like a will-o-the-wisp as it scattered a pattern of gold on the bed.

Gaerondur came to greet their children. “Niphredil,” he murmured. “Ulmondur.”

“Aye, fine names, my love.”

Someone gave tongue to a shanty on deck, and Ulmondur whimpered.

Gaerondur listened as Ailinel tended their son. “I think that he is singing.”