King Thranduil paced the halls as the elven midwife tended to his wife, he was worried for her, she had not carried the whole term and it was believe that she was having twins; which could prove fatal for the newborn babies. He heard the cries of a babe and breathed a sigh of relief; at least one of the children seemed to be fine. He could hear his wife cry out as another contraction hit her as the second babe was to be born, but this cry was not the same as the ones before. He could hear the midwife hurrying about gently talking to his wife. The servants that she had brought though stood in his way making it impossible for him to enter into the bed chamber, which was all he wanted at the moment. Beyond the door he could hear the cries of his baby after the last cry that his wife had given he had not heard a single cry from her and this bothered him more than anything else. In fact since then the only cries that he had heard aside from the soothing voice of the midwife was that of the first child that had been born minutes ago now. He paced before the door until finally there was silence from behind it, even the servants that the midwife had brought were looking at each other this was something that had not happened before in their tenure with her. There was a bit of relief in their faces as the door swung open revealing the midwife and in her arms were not one but two small bundles though both were marred with blood and the midwife herself was quite bloody. She looked at the king with a look of horror and sorrow.
"I am sorry my king, I could not save your children and your wife, I could only save your children." The midwife whispered. Thranduil for his part stood in shock for several minutes, before brushing past the midwife into the room to where his wife lay on the bed. The pristine white sheets and the bright silks were almost all stained red. And several more were piled beside the bed all of them stained crimson with blood. He stood beside her, her eyes were shut and her mouth was slightly parted almost as if she was sleeping. He brushed her cheek gently before he pulled back the sheet. His face was cold and impassive before he set the sheet back down.
"Which child was the first born?" The kings voice was cold and impassive and the midwifes face dropped.
"My king, surely you would not punish a child for actions that it had no ability to take part in or halt." The king rounded on her his face cold.
"Which one?" The King growled. The midwife blanched but held out the larger of the two babes.
Thranduil took the child into his arms and inspected it. "A son." The midwife said softly, at that Thranduil gave a nod.
"Good take that monster in your arms then and make sure I never see it again, and then you should disappear yourself for if I see you again I promise you you will regret it for the rest of your immortal life." Thranduil said coldly. He started to walk away but then stopped, "Actually give the little monster to the servant, I want it taken to the dungeon and left there until the ending of this world." With that he walked out of the room leaving the servants and the midwife to carry out his orders or face death or perhaps a punishment worse.