Okay, sweet chapter:)
I don't own LotR
While Wyniel was getting dressed for the delivery and dozens of scurrying women were hanging curtain or fluffing pillows around her, Boromir and Faramir waited outside. Boromir was pacing back and forth, gazing at the door worriedly, pulling his chin, then gazing at the door again. Faramir watched him from a stone bench a few feet away. Both were silent, not knowing what to say at such a moment. Finally, an attendant called the men in, and both rushed to the door.
Wyniel was standing by a newly made bed, her hair pulled partly back. She was pacing slowly, and when the two emerged she waddled to them.
"They say the baby won't come for a few more hours yet." she smiled and held onto her husband's arm. "So you can run along if you wish." she looked at Faramir, not wanting him to leave.
"Oh, I had no plans for today." Faramir smiled and sat on a chair inside the door. Boromir helped his wife sit on the edge of the bed, and the three talked for hours, until the head nurse asked Faramir to wait outside. The white curtains were drawn around the delivery bed, and Boromir held his wife's hand through the struggle of birth.
Instead of waiting outside, Faramir walked around the Houses of Healing. He visited the soldiers that were still being treated from the battle the day before, and watched the sun set from the gardens. When he finally heard the cries of a baby instead of those of Wyniel, he rushed to the white curtain.
The few women still inside during the delivery awed at the wonder, and Wyniel sighed in exhaustion.
"Would you like to hold your baby?" one of the nurses asked. Faramir couldn't hold his excitement.
"Can I come in now?" he shouted. Wyniel must have nodded because a young nurse smiled as she flung back the curtain to show Boromir holding a bundle. Wyniel flashed Faramir a weak smile. She was drenched in sweat and the sheets were tousled. Faramir noticed spots of blood and looked fearfully at Wyniel, but she told him, as if reading his mind:
"Don't worry. They say I did fine, and we're both perfectly healthy."
Boromir leaned over Wyniel, beaming, and handed her the baby. He walked quickly to his brother and grabbed his soldier.
"Come, brother, and see your nephew."
"Ecthelion." Wyniel added, and turned the child so that he faced the men.