Faramir holds her steady, though his hands want to shake, voice a
meaningless, comforting drone of nonsense encouragement that he keeps up
despite wanting to scream.
There is no enemy here to fight, only his wife in his arms doing her own
battle.
And then....and then a babe, and he hears his child's first cry, but then,
oh then, the blood in his veins turns to ice at the worried chatter and the
way Eowyn slumps in his arms.
"Eowyn!" He calls her frantically, look desperately at the midwife.
Re: /spends too much time reading about medieval childbirth
Faramir holds her steady, though his hands want to shake, voice a meaningless, comforting drone of nonsense encouragement that he keeps up despite wanting to scream.
There is no enemy here to fight, only his wife in his arms doing her own battle.
And then....and then a babe, and he hears his child's first cry, but then, oh then, the blood in his veins turns to ice at the worried chatter and the way Eowyn slumps in his arms.
"Eowyn!" He calls her frantically, look desperately at the midwife.
"What's wrong? Why is she still bleeding?"