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A/N: Ah, it feels good to be back and writing again. Ten days is quiet a long enough break for me. Hope you guys liked the last chapter. I doubt this chapter will be as long, but hopefully just as good. Have fun reading, this should be good.

Chapter Five

When I finally got the kitchen I was quiet out of breath, and had to sit down before I fell down. Melathdai pulled out a chair for me to sit in while I help to ready the vegetables for the master's dinner. My job was to peel the carrots and skin the potatoes. The knife I was using had a very dull blade and could barely manage to cut through the rough skin of the potatoes.

'Here, deary, use a sharper knife,' advised Melathdai as she handed me a knife which was sharp a bit sharper; it made my job much easier. I was just getting into the sync of how the peel the vegetable's in the fastest method I could when another wave of pain hit me. As it hit the knife slipped from my fingers and sliced my index wide open, almost to the bone. The pain in my abdomen was so intense that I did not even notice that blood was running in a river across the table from the wound of my finger. For a moment everything was completely void of anything but the unrelenting pain I was experiencing. Melathdai was shaking me, I finally returned to consciousness and the real world.

'Child, child! are you all right? Eóthiel go fetch the healer for Beth here, the baby will be coming soon. Child, what happened?' I looked down to where she indicated, blood was still pouring out of my finger. You could tell see my pulse because whenever it did the blood squirted out with more force than when it just ran. I sat there watching it run out on to the table, not realizing that this pool of blood I was sitting in was my own. As suddenly as the contraction had started it stopped, and reality hit. My head suddenly grew light and I feel off the chair I was sitting in, and fainted dead away.

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When I finally came to I was laying on my back in a room with all white walls. The healer whom I had met a few months ago was hovering over me. There was a strange smell in the room, it was the sent of alcohol, yet it had a cleaner smell. My eyes roved around the room, searching for the reason I was here, had I been hurt? I could not seem to remember anything about what had happened. Then all of the sudden another pout of pain set in, this time it hurt worse than any of the others before it, but it did not last as long. The contraction had taken my breath away, I was drenched in my own perspiration, and the sheets of the bed stuck to my skin like fly's stick to honey. I was frantic, I knew that I had to get out of there. It all rushed back to me, if I had this baby Emit would kill it and me for keeping it. Struggling I managed to sit up, but the healer pushed me back down.

'Lie still, do not stress yourself. It will be worse for you and the child if you do. The contractions will be coming quicker, they will be more intense, but they will not last as long.' The healer gave me a reassuring look. 'When they do come I will need you to push as hard as you can so that we can get the child out as quick as possible.'

I nodded my head at the healer's words. All I could do what hope that he knew what he was doing, my life was in his hands. Many Elves had died giving birth that is why there are never many Elvish children, besides the fact that we are almost all related in one way or another. I could feel another contraction coming so I gripped the post of the bed as hard as I could and pushed with all my might. My teeth were clenched together so I did not make a sound, tears sprung to my eyes, but I ignored them. I relaxed as the pain subsided, my breathing was heavy.

The same thing happened over and over again for at least six hours, it was exhausting. I feared that my body would not be able to take much more of this intense pain. My already weakened state did not help much. Then what should have been finally contraction came, it hurt some much that I could not think of anything else but that terrible pain.

'Oh no,' I heard the healer say quietly under his breath as if he did not wish for me to hear. Curse my Elvish hearing, what is wrong? My only hope was that the baby was not dead or close to dying.

'What is wrong,' my words came out breathless. 'Is it the child?' The healer looked at me with fear in his eyes. Something was terribly wrong, so his look told me.

'The baby is breach. I will have to turn it around, or it will die. If I do not then you might die as well.' A grim look came over him as he prepared to turn the baby. Another contraction hit and then the squall of a baby pierced the air, my baby. All of a sudden there was a sudden burst of pain a contraction came again.

'What is happening?' I thought they would stop after the baby was born. Why was I going through this again?

'Twins.' That was the only word he had to say. Twins? I was having twins? This could not be good, what if the master found out? There was no way that it could be overlooked. The healer would tell him.

With the final push another child entered the cruel world of men. The healer cleaned them up and gently placed them in my arms. They were so precious, so perfect, and they were absolutely beautiful. I did not know that such wonderful things could happen because of a horrible incident. Right then and there I swore to never let Emit know about them, I would protect them at all cost. I smiled down at my children, one of each they were my leas babes. So sweet and innocent they would grow up in a hard cruel world. Their tithen tiny fingers wrapped around mine as I feed them. They had brought hope back to my life, a will to live.

A/N: Yes, this is a very short chapter, but it has a lot to it. Okay, request for the reviewer's. Help me pick out suitable names for the children, something that Beth could relate too. Thank you all who have been so kind and reviewed this story. I appreciate it a lot.