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Spiced Wine
08/21/18 10:24 am
I am nit surprised, Narya, they were wonderful ideas
Narya
08/20/18 11:58 pm
It's literally just for the exchange, there's no expectation on anyone else to write anything for it :) I'll leave it up though. I gave myself some ideas when I was writing it, tbh...
Spiced Wine
08/20/18 10:49 pm
I don’t think yours are ‘out there’, just quite deep :)
Spiced Wine
08/20/18 10:49 pm
Or if I am over with her and the internet there is often spotty
Spiced Wine
08/20/18 10:47 pm
But at some point. Sometimes I write in the hospital if I am waiting for Mum, but often I can’t get internet so I just do some writing
Spiced Wine
08/20/18 10:47 pm
Well, if you keep your letter up, Narya, I can look at it, and see if I get any ideas, I don’t mean for this exchange
Narya
08/20/18 10:00 pm
And in all fairness, the only obligation on the writer/artist is to produce something with the characters matched on and avoid DNWs, not to follow the prompts and worldbuilding tags.
Narya
08/20/18 09:59 pm
Some of mine are a bit out there, I doubt I'll get matched on any of the obscure stuff.
Narya
08/20/18 09:56 pm
Oh gosh, Spiced, I wouldn't expect you to <3 you have so much going on! Although it was your wonderful Coldagnir who prompted me to ask for original Balrog characters ;)
Spiced Wine
08/20/18 09:30 pm
Your requests were interesting though, Narya, a bit beyond me, though!
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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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