Moica's belly was getting bigger and rounder with every month. They were often asked about name for their baby, and father-to be was enjoying every moment with his wife. For few days she haven't felt well and spent them in the bed. This led to lord Elrond arriving month earlier, because of panicky Thranduil, afraid of his wife and child.

Lady Galadriel decided to go for a visit. She brought to Moica some things like baby clothes and some soft toys, which were made by one of her lady companions, who liked Moica very much. Galadriel herself said she'll come again to see the baby when she or he is born.

„Thranduil!" whispered someone.

Thranduil opened his eyes. Moica laid next to him, peacefully sleeping, right hand wrapped around her swollen belly. Half sleeping, he slowly looked around. Who could wake him up in the middle of night and for what?

And then he saw her. Sitting on his armchair, young and beautiful, not deadly pale as the last time. Blue eyes sparkling, golden hair as freshly brushed. She was dressed up in her favourite blue dress.

He got up and walked to her. „Gwaineveren," he gasped. „Melamin, why did you left me? Why?"

His late queen smiled at him. „If I could do anything with that, believe me, I would stay and raise our son together with you. Though he has never known his mother, he grew up well, our Legolas." She looked at the bed. „I see you found a new wife."

Thranduil turned back. „I am sorry, melamin..."

Gwaineveren shook her head. „No, my dear. I am not your love anymore. Your new family needs you. I gave you son and passed away, as it was written by Fate. And your kingom needs someone who would rule after you..."

And she disappeared. Then everything blured, and Elvenking found himself standing in the corridor at some chamber. Two young elves were here, one sitting on the bench and the other anxiously walking back and forth. As he turned to him, Thranduil realized that it's himself, but it seemed like his younger version can't see him.

Shrieks were echoing from the chamber, and both elves shivered with each of them.

„How long it will take? I am afraid of her, Naraweth?" said younger Thranduil.

„I... I don't know, my king," stammered Naraweth.

Suddenly, they heard a scream. A moment later, an woman with thick curly black hair and tan skin, dressed up in blue robes opened the door, holding a little bundle.

„It's a boy, Your Majesty," she said, as the bundle moved a bit.

Thranduil went to her, smiling over the little elfling. „My son..." Then he looked again at the woman. „How is my wife, witch?"

The witch gulped. „Queen Gwaineveren, she-" but young king along with Naraweth and Thranduil rushed into the chamber.

There, in big bed, laid an elf woman, with deadly pale face, bedsheets around her soaked with blood.

Naraweth looked as if he is about to faint. King's younger himself burst into tears.

„Guards! Feed that witch to bears and wolves, she killed my wife, my only love!" and he sank to his knees next to his wife's dead body, holding her hand and sobbing.

The witch passed newborn prince who started to cry to Naraweth, and he did his best to calm the baby.

„My king, I did nothing! It was her or child, she pleaded me to save him, I had no-" but two guards took her by arms and led her out of the room.

And Thranduil saw the thing he never wanted to see: instead of Gwaineveren, Moica was lying there... and everything blurred again...

„Thranduil! Thranduil!" he heard over himself. He woke up back in his own chamber, covered in sweat, breathing quickly. He saw Moica, healthy and alive.

„Moica... what happened?"

„You had a nightmare, my love. You even wept. Which terrible thing haunted my king?"

So it was just an ugly nightmare, he thought. „Gwaineveren, my late wife visited me. She died in childbed. And I dreamt about that day, but instead of Gwaineveren, it was you who died." He uncovered her belly and laid his palm on it. The little elfling inside moved, maybe trying to respond to his father.

Thranduil smiled and kissed his wife's baby bump. „I am your ada, little one." He loved stroking and kissing the belly. It calmed him, too. „How long does remain till birth?" he asked Moica.

„Lord Elrond says that few weeks may be remaining." She snuggled to him.

Her breasts, fuller and swelled up with milk were nuzzling at him. He reached unbuttoned neckline of her nightrobe and took one of them in hand. For a while he played with it. He studied whole Moica's body for a while, from divine face over breasts to round belly, smiling. "You are beautiful. Did I tell it to you before?"

„You do it every day," smiled Moica. Her hand dissapeared under the blanket, and with her touch, Thranduil noticed a bump under his blanket. It seemed like he was horny, for they hadn't been making love since Moica's belly grew too big. But his wife didn't mind, she uncovered him too and he now felt her mouth around his elfhood.

She licked it, kissed it, and whatsover brought him pleasure. It wasn't so good as if he was upon her, but soon he moaned and pleaded her to accelerate. Suddenly, his elfhood twitched and he finaled into her mouth. And Moica carefully swallowed every drop of his seed, then she cleaned his spear and laid next to him again. „Are you satisfied, my honey?"

He smiled and kissed her lips, still a bit salty. „Yes, I am. But now, let's go back to sleep." He looked at the belly and gently patted it. „And you, don't kick mommy too much, she needs to rest a lot. Good night, our little one." Then he and Moica said good night to each other and fell asleep again, cuddling.