A man with golden eyes sets his eyes on the child besides him with his wife whom held the child lovingly in her arms out on their balcony gazing upon the elvish kingdom that they ruled, on that day the child of the king and queen was born blessed with skin pale as snow, soft as a feather, hair long and silky, black like the ravens that flew, and eyes bluer than the sky and sea.

People cheered with happiness as the child was born a big celebration was held at the palace that night.