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Ysilme
10/18/18 10:25 am
Narya, they're constantly touring through Europe and the USA, and sometimes even farther abroad. You might be able to find a concert close to you eventually. And I totally agree about the concert!
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Ysilme, that does sound wonderful, I am so jealous. There's something magical about a really good concert.
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Hi, Fadesintothewest! *waves* good to see you, hope work isn't too painful.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 02:32 pm
That sounds amazing, Ysilme :)
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:19 pm
who of my music-loving OCs might be interested in playing the nyckelharpa/keyed fiddle... *ggg* )
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:18 pm
I've been to the most wonderful concert yesterday, Swedish Folk string trio Väsen. The music was so beautiful, and it felt so much like Middle-earth, too. (now I need to figure out
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:17 pm
Nice to see you popping in here, fadesintothewest! *waves* *waves generally around, too* Hope everybody else is doing well enough.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 10:53 am
Hope you do, too, Fadesintothewest :) Good to see you!
Fadesintothewest
10/15/18 09:27 am
Just wanted to say hello. I know things are slowed down right now. I wish I could be more present but work. Looking forward to participating more soon!!!
Spiced Wine
10/14/18 12:23 pm
Sign of a good fic, if you ask me :)
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Three by Narya

Story notes:
Trigger warnings for scenes depicting difficult childbirth and domestic violence.
Rheda, widow of Tamar, did not die a beautiful death.

When the contractions started her baby had not turned. Udela righted that soon enough, but then came the blood - so much of it, spewing from between Rheda's thighs and running in warm rivulets over her flesh to soak the earthen floor.

"Scitte." The midwife turned to her assistant. "Ebba, hot rags, water and salt. Now."

"Tamar?" whispered Rheda.

"Hush, child." Udela shuffled forwards and braced the girl's legs against her own body. "Not long to go. You hold on, there's a good girl." And so on, soothing nonsense that meant nothing, for she knew Rheda's chances of making it through this birth alive were slim. Too much blood had been lost, and more would follow when the baby arrived. Keeping up her chatter, she slipped her arm inside the girl and felt for the infant's head.

"How does it go?" asked Ebba, heaving the kettle onto the fire.

Udela shook her head, her face creased in concentration - then she touched what she had been seeking and smiled. She withdrew her arm and took the girl's hand. "Rheda?"

Rheda's eyes flickered open.

"Rheda, I can feel your child. It is almost here, but you must help it."

"I can't," she whispered.

"Try, Rheda. Push."

So she groaned and struggled, and little by little the child moved - and then with a final shriek from Rheda, a tiny girl rushed out into the midwife's waiting hands. Deftly she cleared the child's mouth of mucus and heard it utter its first rasping breath - as always, a sound that filled her with warm relief - then tied and cut the umbilical cord.

"Your daughter, Rheda," she said, holding the child to the young woman's face - but Rheda was too far gone to see or care. Blood and slime still poured from within her, and her face was white and damp.

"It hurts," she murmured. "It hurts, make it stop." Then - "Tamar!" And her face contorted into a gruesome rictus and her body spasmed, and then she was still.
Chapter end notes:
Scitte - Old English, 'shit.' Tolkien used Old English to represent Rohirric in his works, though I'm not sure he'd be down with the expletives...
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