"'I'll be fine,' she says!" Éomer paced back and forth outside of the tent. "'I've done this before and have at least a month,' she says!" A sharp moan of pain stopped him in his tracks as he looked back to the tent, hovering by the door.
"Push, my lady. I can see the head!" The midwife's gentle but firm words instilled another long drawn out moan from his wife. It stopped and for a dreadfully long moment there was silence. Then there was a the cry of a baby. Éomer sighed in relief until there was another moan. His heart dropped as the midwife called for assistance while the baby's cries called out for their mother. For five agonizing minutes there was more pained cries until once more the prolonged moan and final push to allow passage to her second, and final, passenger. The flap to the tent moved and the midwife, her front covered in blood summoned the king into the presence of his wife. She sat, propped up against a multitude of pillows, holding two little bundles of pink flesh, each nuzzling against her exposed breasts. She looked up at him, sweat beaded her brow and smiled up at him.
"May I present you with your two daughters." She looked back down to the fruit of her labor while Éomer sat beside her quietly. Now that he was no longer worried for the wellbeing of his wife, he could enjoy the feeling of love that possessed him just as it had the first two times she'd given birth to his sons, Elfwine and Baldmund. He reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her with his sleeve before speaking gently, so as not to startle the babes.
"What will you name them, my love? For they are your daughters and in Rohan the task falls upon you." He watched as Lothíriel thought carefully, before she smiled brightly.
"Bloma for her," she eyed the babe in her right arm, "and hleápa." She indicated the babe in her left arm. Éomer had to force himself to keep from laughing too loudly.
"Flower Dancer?" He shook his head, "Very well. We will return to Edoras and introduce them to their elder brothers. But for now, I think sleep is something we could all benefit from." He kissed his wife lovingly on the lips before helping her sidle down to a more comfortable position, hleápa from her arms and holding her close. As he looked down at the peaceful face he thought of how his people had begun to call him Éomer Eadig, but it was in these moments that he truly felt blessed.
A/N: And thus concludes this story. While generally I'm happy with how it turned out (and didn't take 2 1/2 years to write) I think there were some lessons to learn from this exp. Outlines are a good thing to have and to sticking to them is a good thing. And writing a character with flaws doesn't mean their automatically unlikable.
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